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... hours travel from this very place . Vio . Who governs here ? Cap . A noble Duke in nature , as in name . Vio . What is his name ? Cap . Orfino . Vio . Orfino ! I have heard my father name him : He was a batchelor then . Cap . And fo is ...
... hours travel from this very place . Vio . Who governs here ? Cap . A noble Duke in nature , as in name . Vio . What is his name ? Cap . Orfino . Vio . Orfino ! I have heard my father name him : He was a batchelor then . Cap . And fo is ...
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... hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To . Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer than I am ; thefe cloaths are good enough to drink in ...
... hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To . Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer than I am ; thefe cloaths are good enough to drink in ...
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... hour ; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd , would we had fo ended ! but you , Sir , alter'd that ; for , fome hour before you took me from the breach of the fea , was my fifter drown'd . Ant . Alas , the day ! Seb . A lady , Sir , though ...
... hour ; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd , would we had fo ended ! but you , Sir , alter'd that ; for , fome hour before you took me from the breach of the fea , was my fifter drown'd . Ant . Alas , the day ! Seb . A lady , Sir , though ...
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... 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 plain ; The fpinfters ...
... 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 plain ; The fpinfters ...
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... hour . Obferve him , for the love of mock- ery ; for I know this letter will make a contem- plative idiot of him . Close , in the name of jesting ! İye thou there ; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling . [ Throws ...
... hour . Obferve him , for the love of mock- ery ; for I know this letter will make a contem- plative idiot of him . Close , in the name of jesting ! İye thou there ; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling . [ Throws ...
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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.