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... fool and a prodigal . Sir To . Fy , that you'll fay fo ! he plays o ' th ' violdegambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for word without book , and hath all the good gifts of nature . Mar. He hath , indeed , -almost natural ...
... fool and a prodigal . Sir To . Fy , that you'll fay fo ! he plays o ' th ' violdegambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for word without book , and hath all the good gifts of nature . Mar. He hath , indeed , -almost natural ...
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... 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 , and let it drink . Sir And ...
... 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 , and let it drink . Sir And ...
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... fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of you ; befides you grow difhoneft . Clo . Two faults ...
... fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of you ; befides you grow difhoneft . Clo . Two faults ...
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... fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I think his foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n . Take away the fool ...
... fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I think his foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n . Take away the fool ...
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... fool , though he do nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known difcreet man , though he do nothing but reprove . Clo . Now Mercury indue thee with leafing , for thou speak'st well of fools ! Enter Maria . Mar. Madam , there is at the ...
... fool , though he do nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known difcreet man , though he do nothing but reprove . Clo . Now Mercury indue thee with leafing , for thou speak'st well of fools ! Enter Maria . Mar. Madam , there is at the ...
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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.