The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 201
... Prin . You do the king my father too much wrong , And wrong the reputation of your name , In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that , which hath so faithfully been paid . King . I do protest , I never heard of it ; And , if you prove ...
... Prin . You do the king my father too much wrong , And wrong the reputation of your name , In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that , which hath so faithfully been paid . King . I do protest , I never heard of it ; And , if you prove ...
Pagina 202
... Prin . Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace ! King . Thy own wish wish I thee in every place ! [ Exeunt King and his Train . Biron . Lady , I will commend you to my own heart . Ros . ' Pray you , do my commendations ; I ...
... Prin . Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace ! King . Thy own wish wish I thee in every place ! [ Exeunt King and his Train . Biron . Lady , I will commend you to my own heart . Ros . ' Pray you , do my commendations ; I ...
Pagina 204
... Prin . It was well done of you to take him at his word . Boyet . I was as willing to grapple , as he was to board . Mar. Two hot sheeps , marry ! Boyet . And wherefore not ships ? No sheep , sweet lamb , unless we feed on your lips ...
... Prin . It was well done of you to take him at his word . Boyet . I was as willing to grapple , as he was to board . Mar. Two hot sheeps , marry ! Boyet . And wherefore not ships ? No sheep , sweet lamb , unless we feed on your lips ...
Pagina 205
... Prin . Come , to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd- Boyet . But to speak that in words , which his eye hath disclos'd : I only have made a mouth of his eye , By adding a tongue , which I know will not lie . Ros . Thou art an old love ...
... Prin . Come , to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd- Boyet . But to speak that in words , which his eye hath disclos'd : I only have made a mouth of his eye , By adding a tongue , which I know will not lie . Ros . Thou art an old love ...
Pagina 214
... Prin . I thank my beauty , I am fair , that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st , the fairest shoot . For . Pardon me , madam , for I meant not so . Prin . What , what ? first praise me , and again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not ...
... Prin . I thank my beauty , I am fair , that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st , the fairest shoot . For . Pardon me , madam , for I meant not so . Prin . What , what ? first praise me , and again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
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Pagina 262 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pagina 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Pagina 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...