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... never draw a fword again . Sir And . An you part so , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . 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 ...
... never draw a fword again . Sir And . An you part so , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . 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 ...
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... never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds , Rather than make unprofited return . Alluding to the medical aftrology ftill preferved in almanacks , which refers the affections of particular parts of the body ...
... never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds , Rather than make unprofited return . Alluding to the medical aftrology ftill preferved in almanacks , which refers the affections of particular parts of the body ...
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... never faw her . I would be loth to caft away my speech ; for , besides that it is ex- cellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me fuftain no fcorn ; I am very comptible , even to the least ...
... never faw her . I would be loth to caft away my speech ; for , besides that it is ex- cellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me fuftain no fcorn ; I am very comptible , even to the least ...
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... never fo hardy to come again in his affairs , unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this .. Receive it fo Vio . She took the ring of me ; I'll none of it . Mal . Come , Sir , you peevishly threw it to her , and her will is , it ...
... never fo hardy to come again in his affairs , unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this .. Receive it fo Vio . She took the ring of me ; I'll none of it . Mal . Come , Sir , you peevishly threw it to her , and her will is , it ...
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... never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath to fing , as the ...
... never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath to fing , as 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.