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... comes Sir An- drew Ague - cheek . SCENE IV . Enter Sir Andrew .. Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew ...
... comes Sir An- drew Ague - cheek . SCENE IV . Enter Sir Andrew .. Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew ...
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... comes the Duke .. Duke . Who faw Cefario . hoa ? Vio . On your attendance , my Lord , here .. Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cefario , Thou know'ft no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book ev'n of my fecret foul ...
... comes the Duke .. Duke . Who faw Cefario . hoa ? Vio . On your attendance , my Lord , here .. Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cefario , Thou know'ft no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book ev'n of my fecret foul ...
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... comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and ...
... comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and ...
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... comes one of thy kin has a moft weak pia mater ! - SCENE Enter Sir Toby . VIII . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ... come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry ...
... comes one of thy kin has a moft weak pia mater ! - SCENE Enter Sir Toby . VIII . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ... come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry ...
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... comes to speak with you . I told him you were asleep ; he feems to have a fore - knowledge of that too , and therefore comes to fpeak with you . What is to be faid to him , Lady ? he's fortified against any denial . Oli . Tell him , he ...
... comes to speak with you . I told him you were asleep ; he feems to have a fore - knowledge of that too , and therefore comes to fpeak with you . What is to be faid to him , Lady ? he's fortified against any denial . Oli . Tell him , 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.