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... And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft is Sc . 4 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
... And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft is Sc . 4 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
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... Look you now , he's out of his guard already ; unless you laugh and minifter occafion to him , he is gagg'd . I proteft , I take these wife men , that crow fo at these fet kind of fools , no better than the fools ' Zanies . Oli . O ...
... Look you now , he's out of his guard already ; unless you laugh and minifter occafion to him , he is gagg'd . I proteft , I take these wife men , that crow fo at these fet kind of fools , no better than the fools ' Zanies . Oli . O ...
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... look after him . Clo . He is but mad yet , Madona ; and the fool fhall look to the madman . [ Exit Clown . Enter Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young fellow fwears he will fpeak with you . I told him you were fick ; he takes on him to ...
... look after him . Clo . He is but mad yet , Madona ; and the fool fhall look to the madman . [ Exit Clown . Enter Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young fellow fwears he will fpeak with you . I told him you were fick ; he takes on him to ...
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... Look you , Sir , fuch a one I wear this prefent : is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . " Oli . ' Tis in grain , Sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red B ...
... Look you , Sir , fuch a one I wear this prefent : is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . " Oli . ' Tis in grain , Sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red B ...
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... look on him , love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will drop in his way fome obfcure epiftles of love , wherein , by the colour of his beard , the fhape of his ...
... look on him , love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will drop in his way fome obfcure epiftles of love , wherein , by the colour of his beard , the fhape of his ...
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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.