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... Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal A 3 Sc . 2 . WHAT YOU WILL . Moft provident in ...
... Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal A 3 Sc . 2 . WHAT YOU WILL . Moft provident in ...
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... doth he net mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death , fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your ...
... doth he net mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death , fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your ...
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... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ' tis not hereafter , Prefent mirth hath prefent laughter , What's to come , is still unfure : In delay there lyes no plenty , Then come kiss me ...
... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ' tis not hereafter , Prefent mirth hath prefent laughter , What's to come , is still unfure : In delay there lyes no plenty , Then come kiss me ...
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... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas that they are fo , To die even ' when they to perfection grow ! Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come.- -The fong we had laft night , Mark it , Cefario , it is old and ...
... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas that they are fo , To die even ' when they to perfection grow ! Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come.- -The fong we had laft night , Mark it , Cefario , it is old and ...
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... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all as ...
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all 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
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.