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... thank thee ; lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . An Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir Toby , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
... thank thee ; lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . An Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir Toby , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
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... thank you : here comes the Duke .. Duke . Who faw Cefario . hoa ? Vio . On your attendance , my Lord , here .. Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cefario , Thou know'ft no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book ev'n of my ...
... thank you : here comes the Duke .. Duke . Who faw Cefario . hoa ? Vio . On your attendance , my Lord , here .. Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cefario , Thou know'ft no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book ev'n of my ...
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... thank you for your pains ; fpend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd poft , Lady ; keep your purse : My master , not myself , lacks recompence . Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
... thank you for your pains ; fpend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd poft , Lady ; keep your purse : My master , not myself , lacks recompence . Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
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... thank my ftars , I am happy : I will be ftrange , ftout , in yellow ftockings , and crofs - garter'd , even with the fwiftness of putting on . Jove , and my ftars be praised ! -Here is yet a poftfcript . Thou canst not chufe but know ...
... thank my ftars , I am happy : I will be ftrange , ftout , in yellow ftockings , and crofs - garter'd , even with the fwiftness of putting on . Jove , and my ftars be praised ! -Here is yet a poftfcript . Thou canst not chufe but know ...
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... thanks ; And thanks , and ever thanks ; and oft good turns Are thuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay : But were my worth , as is my confcience , firm , You fhould find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go fee the relicks of this ...
... thanks ; And thanks , and ever thanks ; and oft good turns Are thuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay : But were my worth , as is my confcience , firm , You fhould find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go fee the relicks of this ...
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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.