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... And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft is Sc . 4 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
... And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft is Sc . 4 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
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... should put your Lord into a defperate affurance , fhe will none of him . And one thing more , that you , be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs , unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this .. Receive it fo Vio . She took ...
... should put your Lord into a defperate affurance , fhe will none of him . And one thing more , that you , be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs , unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this .. Receive it fo Vio . She took ...
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... . The two next lines are perhaps transposed , and should be read thus : For fuch as we are made , if fuch we be , Alas , our frailty , is the cause , not we . after midnight , is to be up betimes ; and 22 TWELFTH - NIGHT ; or , A & t II .
... . The two next lines are perhaps transposed , and should be read thus : For fuch as we are made , if fuch we be , Alas , our frailty , is the cause , not we . after midnight , is to be up betimes ; and 22 TWELFTH - NIGHT ; or , A & t II .
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... should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal . I may command , where I adore ; But filence , like a Lucrece knife , With bleedlefs ftroke my heart doth gore ; M. O. A. I. doth fway my life .. Fab . A fuftian ...
... should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal . I may command , where I adore ; But filence , like a Lucrece knife , With bleedlefs ftroke my heart doth gore ; M. O. A. I. doth fway my life .. Fab . A fuftian ...
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... should that alphabetical pofition portend ? if I could make that resemble something in me ? foftly -M . O. A. I. Sir To . O , ay ! make up that ; he is now at a cold fcent . Fab . Sowter will cry upon't for all this , tho ' it be not as ...
... should that alphabetical pofition portend ? if I could make that resemble something in me ? foftly -M . O. A. I. Sir To . O , ay ! make up that ; he is now at a cold fcent . Fab . Sowter will cry upon't for all this , tho ' it be not as ...
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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
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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.