The Plays of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3 |
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Σελίδα 70
... to beguile two hours in a sleep , and then to return and swear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock : within these 70 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ACT IV. ...
... to beguile two hours in a sleep , and then to return and swear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock : within these 70 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ACT IV. ...
Σελίδα 85
He will lie , sir , with such volubility , that you would think truth were a fool : drunkenness is his best virtue ; for he will be swine - drunk ; and in his sleep he does little harm , save to his bed - clothes about him ; but they ...
He will lie , sir , with such volubility , that you would think truth were a fool : drunkenness is his best virtue ; for he will be swine - drunk ; and in his sleep he does little harm , save to his bed - clothes about him ; but they ...
Σελίδα 88
Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great , " Twould burst at this : Captain I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart ...
Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great , " Twould burst at this : Captain I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart ...
Σελίδα 100
... Not knowing them , until we know their grave : Oft our displeasures , to ourselves unjust , Destroy our friends , and after weep their dust : Our own love waking cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the ...
... Not knowing them , until we know their grave : Oft our displeasures , to ourselves unjust , Destroy our friends , and after weep their dust : Our own love waking cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the ...
Σελίδα 2
1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord : Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord .
1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord : Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord .
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Attendants bear better Bianca blood bring Clown comes Count daughter death Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath hear heart heaven hence hold honour hope hour husband I'll Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macbeth Macd madam marry master mean mistress nature never night noble once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen ring Rosse SCENE Servant serve sister sleep speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee There's thine things thou thou art thought true wife Witch young