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Dro . of Eph . Quoth my masterI know , quoth he , no house , no wife , no mistress ; So that my errand , due unto my tongue , I thank him , I bare home upon my shouldersFor , in conclusion , he did beat me hither . with me , Adr . Go ...
Dro . of Eph . Quoth my masterI know , quoth he , no house , no wife , no mistress ; So that my errand , due unto my tongue , I thank him , I bare home upon my shouldersFor , in conclusion , he did beat me hither . with me , Adr . Go ...
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... Or , if you like elsewhere , do it in secret ; ; Let not my sister read it in your eye ; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , speak fair , become disloyalty , Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger . Ant . of Syr .
... Or , if you like elsewhere , do it in secret ; ; Let not my sister read it in your eye ; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , speak fair , become disloyalty , Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger . Ant . of Syr .
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With words that in an honest suit might move First did he praise my beauty , then my speech . Adr . Didst speak him fair ? Luc . Have patience , I beseech you , Adr . I cannot , nor I will not hold me still , My tongue , though not my ...
With words that in an honest suit might move First did he praise my beauty , then my speech . Adr . Didst speak him fair ? Luc . Have patience , I beseech you , Adr . I cannot , nor I will not hold me still , My tongue , though not my ...
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Why will you tear Ungentle words from my reluctant tongue ? Lesbia . I would not do so , good Antipholis ; I do but ask for what you promis'd me . 1 Dro . of Syr . Master , you certainly have. Ant . of Syr . I promis'd thee ? Lesbia .
Why will you tear Ungentle words from my reluctant tongue ? Lesbia . I would not do so , good Antipholis ; I do but ask for what you promis'd me . 1 Dro . of Syr . Master , you certainly have. Ant . of Syr . I promis'd thee ? Lesbia .
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No , no - nor comprehend What thy false tongue hath utter'd . - Dromio , Follow me to our inn - I will not stay , Nor longer listen to thy sorceries . [ Exit . - LESBIA , offering to follow . Dro . of Syr . No , you don't . [ Draws . ] ...
No , no - nor comprehend What thy false tongue hath utter'd . - Dromio , Follow me to our inn - I will not stay , Nor longer listen to thy sorceries . [ Exit . - LESBIA , offering to follow . Dro . of Syr . No , you don't . [ Draws . ] ...
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Página 30 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 40 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form, The observed of all observers...
Página 78 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 18 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 19 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Página 21 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Página 77 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 24 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Página 35 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 53 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.