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... blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel : bring a corollary , Rather than want a ...
... blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel : bring a corollary , Rather than want a ...
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... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
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... blood Is very snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense ; But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind , study and fast . He ( to give fear to use and liberty , Which have , for ...
... blood Is very snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense ; But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind , study and fast . He ( to give fear to use and liberty , Which have , for ...
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... Blood , thou art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' T is not , the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now , who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , Ang . Teach her the way . O heavens ...
... Blood , thou art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' T is not , the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now , who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , Ang . Teach her the way . O heavens ...
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... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : For , if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain'd ...
... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : For , if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain'd ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
Passagens conhecidas
Página 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Página 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...