Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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... Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you proposed . Seb . You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should . Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Ant . Fie , what a ...
... Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you proposed . Seb . You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should . Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Ant . Fie , what a ...
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... comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me , For bringing wood in slowly ; I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud , any ...
... comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me , For bringing wood in slowly ; I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud , any ...
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... comes . Enter Silvia . Val . How now , sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming ; ' tis you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be a spokesman from madam Silvia . Val . To whom ? Speed ...
... comes . Enter Silvia . Val . How now , sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming ; ' tis you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be a spokesman from madam Silvia . Val . To whom ? Speed ...
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... comes my father . Enter Duke . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My lord , I will be thankful To any ...
... comes my father . Enter Duke . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My lord , I will be thankful To any ...
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... comes he with it presently ; Where , if it please you , you may intercept him . But , good my lord , do it so cunningly , That my discovery be not aimed at ; For love of you , not hate unto my friend , Hath made me publisher of this ...
... comes he with it presently ; Where , if it please you , you may intercept him . But , good my lord , do it so cunningly , That my discovery be not aimed at ; For love of you , not hate unto my friend , Hath made me publisher of this ...
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio comes cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host husband Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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322 psl. - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
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201 psl. - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
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209 psl. - 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.
19 psl. - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
251 psl. - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram ; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate . when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
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