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... poor hurt fowl ! now will he creep into sedges . But that my lady Beatrice should know me , and not know me ! The prince's fool ! -Ha , it may be I go under that title , because I am merry . - Yea ; but so , I am apt to do myself wrong ...
... poor hurt fowl ! now will he creep into sedges . But that my lady Beatrice should know me , and not know me ! The prince's fool ! -Ha , it may be I go under that title , because I am merry . - Yea ; but so , I am apt to do myself wrong ...
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... poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care . My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin , Beat . Good lord , for alliance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am sun ...
... poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care . My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin , Beat . Good lord , for alliance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am sun ...
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... poor lady worse . D. Pedro . An he should , it were an alms to hang him she's an excellent sweet lady ; and , out of all suspicion , she is virtuous . Claud . And she is exceeding wise . D. Pedro . In everything , but in loving Bene ...
... poor lady worse . D. Pedro . An he should , it were an alms to hang him she's an excellent sweet lady ; and , out of all suspicion , she is virtuous . Claud . And she is exceeding wise . D. Pedro . In everything , but in loving Bene ...
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... poor ones , poor ones may make what price they will . Con . I wonder at it . Bora . That shows thou art unconfirmed : thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet , or a 50 ACT III . MUCH ADO.
... poor ones , poor ones may make what price they will . Con . I wonder at it . Bora . That shows thou art unconfirmed : thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet , or a 50 ACT III . MUCH ADO.
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... poor duke's officers ; but , truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious as a king I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tediousness on me ! ha ! . Dogb . Yea , an ' twere a thousand times more ...
... poor duke's officers ; but , truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious as a king I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tediousness on me ! ha ! . Dogb . Yea , an ' twere a thousand times more ...
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answer Antonio Attendants Bass bear Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet bring brother Claud Claudio comes Cost court daughter dear death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fool fortune gentle give grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hero hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean Moth never night Pedro play poor praise pray present prince prove reason Rosalind SCENE sing soul speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou thou art thought thousand tongue Touch true turn wife wise woman young youth
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Página 42 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 43 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes,...
Página 260 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 25 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 118 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Página 103 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Página 43 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Página 30 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Página 244 - Until his ink were temper d with Love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Página 284 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!