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... there's gold . Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy fpeech serves for authority , The like of him ... There is a fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ...
... there's gold . Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy fpeech serves for authority , The like of him ... There is a fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ...
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... there's a paffage in my throat , and drink in Illyria . He's a coward , and a coyftril , that will not drink to my niece ' till his brains turn o ' th ' toe , like a parish - top . What , wench ? Caftiliano Volgo * ; for here comes Sir ...
... there's a paffage in my throat , and drink in Illyria . He's a coward , and a coyftril , that will not drink to my niece ' till his brains turn o ' th ' toe , like a parish - top . What , wench ? Caftiliano Volgo * ; for here comes Sir ...
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... there's life in't ,. man . Sir And . I'll ftay a month longer . I am a fellow o'th ' ftrangest mind i'th ' world : I delight in masks and revels fometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As ...
... there's life in't ,. man . Sir And . I'll ftay a month longer . I am a fellow o'th ' ftrangest mind i'th ' world : I delight in masks and revels fometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As ...
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... There is no flander in an allow'd fool , though he do nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known difcreet man ... there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil and he 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT ...
... There is no flander in an allow'd fool , though he do nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known difcreet man ... there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil and he 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT ...
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... there . But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger hall feem fport , and I will go SCENE II . [ Exit . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia ? Vio . Even now , Sir ...
... there . But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger hall feem fport , and I will go SCENE II . [ Exit . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia ? Vio . Even now , Sir ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Pré-visualização indisponível - 2016 |
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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.