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... fair Ölivia . Vio . What's fhe ? Cap . A virtuous maid , the daughter of a Count That dy'd fome twelve months fince ... fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of ...
... fair Ölivia . Vio . What's fhe ? Cap . A virtuous maid , the daughter of a Count That dy'd fome twelve months fince ... fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of ...
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... fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accost- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I defire better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir ...
... fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accost- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I defire better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir ...
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... Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by th ' hand . Sir And . Marry but you fhall have , and here's my hand . Mar. Now , Sir , thought is free : I pray you bring your hand to th ' buttery - bar ...
... Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by th ' hand . Sir And . Marry but you fhall have , and here's my hand . Mar. Now , Sir , thought is free : I pray you bring your hand to th ' buttery - bar ...
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... fair young man , And well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , Madam , your uncle .. Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from ...
... fair young man , And well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , Madam , your uncle .. Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from ...
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... fair . My Lord and mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love ...
... fair . My Lord and mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love ...
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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.