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... see a house - wife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by ...
... see a house - wife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by ...
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... see thee there . But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger hall feem fport , and I will go SCENE II . [ Exit . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia ? Vio . Even now ...
... see thee there . But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger hall feem fport , and I will go SCENE II . [ Exit . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia ? Vio . Even now ...
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... see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath to fing , as the fool ...
... see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath to fing , as the fool ...
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... see your lodging . Seb . I am not weary , and ' tis long to night ; I pray you let us fatisfy our eyes With the memorials , and the things of fame , That do renown this city . Ant . ' Would you'd pardon me : I do not without danger walk ...
... see your lodging . Seb . I am not weary , and ' tis long to night ; I pray you let us fatisfy our eyes With the memorials , and the things of fame , That do renown this city . Ant . ' Would you'd pardon me : I do not without danger walk ...
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... see him furious . Sir To . Come , Sir Andrew , there's no remedy ; the gentleman will for his honour's fake have one bout with you ; he cannot by the duello avoid it ; but he has promis'd me , as he is a gentleman and a foldier , he ...
... see him furious . Sir To . Come , Sir Andrew , there's no remedy ; the gentleman will for his honour's fake have one bout with you ; he cannot by the duello avoid it ; but he has promis'd me , as he is a gentleman and a foldier , he ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Página 239 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.