The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 2 |
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Pagina 273
So please you , for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty . Ros . She Phebes me : Mark how the tyrant writës ? [ Reads . ] Art thou god to shepherd turn'd , That a maiden's heart hath burn'd ?
So please you , for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty . Ros . She Phebes me : Mark how the tyrant writës ? [ Reads . ] Art thou god to shepherd turn'd , That a maiden's heart hath burn'd ?
Pagina 317
Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field , And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ...
Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field , And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ...
Pagina 542
I was by at the opening of the fardel , heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it : whereupon , after a little amazedness , we were all come manded out of the chamber ; only this , methought I heard the shepherd say ...
I was by at the opening of the fardel , heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it : whereupon , after a little amazedness , we were all come manded out of the chamber ; only this , methought I heard the shepherd say ...
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answer Antonio Attendants Bass bear better blood bring brother comes daughter dear death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool fortune gentle give gone hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll Kath keep kind king lady leave live look lord madam marry master mean meet mind mistress nature never night Orla play poor pray present queen reason rest ring Rosalind SCENE Servant sister sleep soul speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thing thou art thought tongue Touch true turn unto wife woman young youth