The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 páginas |
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Página 10
... turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou ' scape ? How cam'st thou hither ? swear ...
... turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou ' scape ? How cam'st thou hither ? swear ...
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... turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing . I'll go farther off . Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him ...
... turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing . I'll go farther off . Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him ...
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... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a ... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers : help to bear ...
... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a ... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers : help to bear ...
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... turn her out to who will take her in : Then , let her beauty be her wedding - dower ; For me and my possessions she ... turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val ...
... turn her out to who will take her in : Then , let her beauty be her wedding - dower ; For me and my possessions she ... turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val ...
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... turn her loose to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp words , let it lie on my head . Ford . I do not misdoubt my wife , but I would be loath to turn them together . A man may be too con- fident : I would have nothing lie on ...
... turn her loose to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp words , let it lie on my head . Ford . I do not misdoubt my wife , but I would be loath to turn them together . A man may be too con- fident : I would have nothing lie on ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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