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... pray you bring your hand to th ' buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But ...
... pray you bring your hand to th ' buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But ...
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... pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old ...
... pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old ...
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... pray you , tell me , if this be the Lady of the house , for I 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 ...
... pray you , tell me , if this be the Lady of the house , for I 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 ...
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... gentle thoughts On his behalf . Oli . O , by your leave , I pray you ; - I bade you never fpeak again of him . But would you undertake another fuit , I'd rather hear you to follicit that , Than music 40 TWELFTH NIGHT : or , A & III .
... gentle thoughts On his behalf . Oli . O , by your leave , I pray you ; - I bade you never fpeak again of him . But would you undertake another fuit , I'd rather hear you to follicit that , Than music 40 TWELFTH NIGHT : or , A & III .
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... pray you let us fatisfy our eyes With the memorials , and the things of fame , That do renown this city . Ant . ' Would you'd pardon me : I do not without danger walk these streets . Once , in a fea - fight ' gainst the Duke his gallies ...
... pray you let us fatisfy our eyes With the memorials , and the things of fame , That do renown this city . Ant . ' Would you'd pardon me : I do not without danger walk these streets . Once , in a fea - fight ' gainst the Duke his gallies ...
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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.