Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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... King of Naples. CONTENTS OF VOL . I. THE TEMPEST ... ... TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR ... ... MEASURE FOR MEASURE ... COMEDY OF ERRORS : : ... ... MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST ... A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
... King of Naples. CONTENTS OF VOL . I. THE TEMPEST ... ... TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR ... ... MEASURE FOR MEASURE ... COMEDY OF ERRORS : : ... ... MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST ... A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. TEMPEST . PERSONS REPRESENTED . ALONSO , King of Naples . SEBASTIAN , his brother . PROSPERO , the rightful Duke of Milan . ANTONIO , his brother , the usurping Duke of Milan . FERDINAND , son to the King ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. TEMPEST . PERSONS REPRESENTED . ALONSO , King of Naples . SEBASTIAN , his brother . PROSPERO , the rightful Duke of Milan . ANTONIO , his brother , the usurping Duke of Milan . FERDINAND , son to the King ...
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... king's son have I landed by myself ; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs , In an odd angle of the isle , and sitting , His arms in this sad knot . Pro . Of the king's ship , The mariners , say , how thou hast dispos'd , And all ...
... king's son have I landed by myself ; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs , In an odd angle of the isle , and sitting , His arms in this sad knot . Pro . Of the king's ship , The mariners , say , how thou hast dispos'd , And all ...
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... king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my ...
... king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my ...
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... king of it , What would I do ? Seb . ' Scape being drunk , for want of wine . Gon . I ' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be ...
... king of it , What would I do ? Seb . ' Scape being drunk , for want of wine . Gon . I ' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be ...
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Angelo art thou Bast Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE servant Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife woman word
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Strana 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 464 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. The seasons' difference, — as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body. Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery' — these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.