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Página 38
... wrong fide may be turned out- ward ? Vio . Nay , that's certain ; they that dally nicely with words , may quickly make them wanton . Clo . I would , therefore , my fifter had had no name , Sir . Vio . Why , man ? Clo . Why , Sir , her ...
... wrong fide may be turned out- ward ? Vio . Nay , that's certain ; they that dally nicely with words , may quickly make them wanton . Clo . I would , therefore , my fifter had had no name , Sir . Vio . Why , man ? Clo . Why , Sir , her ...
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... wrong'd good Sir Topas , do not think I am mad ; they have laid me here in hideous darkness . Clo . Fy , thou dishonest Sathan ; I call thee by the moft modeft terms ; for I am one of those gentle ones that will ufe the devil himself ...
... wrong'd good Sir Topas , do not think I am mad ; they have laid me here in hideous darkness . Clo . Fy , thou dishonest Sathan ; I call thee by the moft modeft terms ; for I am one of those gentle ones that will ufe the devil himself ...
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... wrong ? Oli . Haft thou forgot thyfelf ? Is it fo long ? Call forth the holy father . Duke . Come , away . [ To Viola . Oli . Whither , my Lord ? Cefario , husband , stay . Duke . Hufband ? Oli . Ay , hufband . Can he that deny ? Duke ...
... wrong ? Oli . Haft thou forgot thyfelf ? Is it fo long ? Call forth the holy father . Duke . Come , away . [ To Viola . Oli . Whither , my Lord ? Cefario , husband , stay . Duke . Hufband ? Oli . Ay , hufband . Can he that deny ? Duke ...
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... wrong me , and the world shall know it : though you have put me into darkness , and given your drunken uncle rule over me , yet have I the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyship . I have your own letter , that induced me to the ...
... wrong me , and the world shall know it : though you have put me into darkness , and given your drunken uncle rule over me , yet have I the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyship . I have your own letter , that induced me to the ...
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William Shakespeare. Mal . Madam , you have done me wrong , notori- ous wrong . Oli . Have I , Malvolio ? no .. Mal . Lady , you have ; pray you , perufe that letter . You must not now deny it is your hand . Write from it if you can , in ...
William Shakespeare. Mal . Madam , you have done me wrong , notori- ous wrong . Oli . Have I , Malvolio ? no .. Mal . Lady , you have ; pray you , perufe that letter . You must not now deny it is your hand . Write from it if you can , in ...
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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.