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Página 53
... Signior Fabian , ftay you by this gentleman ' till my return . [ Exit Sir Toby . Vio . Pray you , Sir , do you know of this matter ? Fab . I know the knight is incens'd against you , even to a mortal arbitrement ; but nothing of the ...
... Signior Fabian , ftay you by this gentleman ' till my return . [ Exit Sir Toby . Vio . Pray you , Sir , do you know of this matter ? Fab . I know the knight is incens'd against you , even to a mortal arbitrement ; but nothing of the ...
Página 177
... Signior Baptifta , will you be fo ftrange ? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Baptifta , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap . Gentlemen ...
... Signior Baptifta , will you be fo ftrange ? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Baptifta , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap . Gentlemen ...
Página 178
... Signior Gremio . But a word , I pray ; though the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd parle , know now , upon advice , it touch- eth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair miftreis , and be happy rivals in Bianca's ...
... Signior Gremio . But a word , I pray ; though the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd parle , know now , upon advice , it touch- eth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair miftreis , and be happy rivals in Bianca's ...
Página 179
... Signior Gremio ? Gre . I am agreed ; and would I had given him the best horfe in Padua to begin his wooing , that would thoroughly woo her , wed her , and bed her , and rid the houfe of her . Come on . [ Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio ...
... Signior Gremio ? Gre . I am agreed ; and would I had given him the best horfe in Padua to begin his wooing , that would thoroughly woo her , wed her , and bed her , and rid the houfe of her . Come on . [ Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio ...
Página 183
... Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il core , ben trovato , may I fay . Hor . Alla noftra cafa ben venuto , molto honorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio , rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru Nay ...
... Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il core , ben trovato , may I fay . Hor . Alla noftra cafa ben venuto , molto honorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio , rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru Nay ...
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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.