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... Give me excefs of it ; that , furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing , and giving ...
... Give me excefs of it ; that , furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing , and giving ...
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... where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wisdom that have St. 6 . WHAT YOU WILL .
... where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wisdom that have St. 6 . WHAT YOU WILL .
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... give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry : b d the difhoneft man mend himfelf , if he mend , he is no longer difhoneft ; if he cannot , let the botcher mend him . Any thing that's mended , is but patch'd ; virtue , that tranf ...
... give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry : b d the difhoneft man mend himfelf , if he mend , he is no longer difhoneft ; if he cannot , let the botcher mend him . Any thing that's mended , is but patch'd ; virtue , that tranf ...
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... give me leave to prove you a fool . Oli . Can you do it ? Glo . Dextercufly , geod Madona . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechize you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other ...
... give me leave to prove you a fool . Oli . Can you do it ? Glo . Dextercufly , geod Madona . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechize you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other ...
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... give me faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him ...
... give me faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him ...
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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
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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.