 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 páginas
...not the skill. HAM. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. S'blood ! do you think... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1022 páginas
...not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; R! h 0 music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak." Why, do you thiuk that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 724 páginas
...not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck...note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. S'blood ! do you think... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 540 páginas
...the skill. Ham. Why, look you, now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; m you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck...note to the top of my compass ; — and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why, do you think I am... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 586 páginas
...not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood! do you think I... | |
 | Somniator (Oneiropolis, pseud.) - 1868 - 268 páginas
...not the skill, eh ? Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck...note to the top of my compass ; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. S'blood, do you think... | |
 | Edward Thring - 1868 - 392 páginas
...loves should with our fortunes change. p. 293. You might have rhymed. p. 295. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck...sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. p. 297. The queen would speak with you. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as... | |
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Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music,... 
