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... woman has ; nor never none Shall mistress be of it , fave I alone * . And fo adieu , good Madam ; never more Will I my mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors ...
... woman has ; nor never none Shall mistress be of it , fave I alone * . And fo adieu , good Madam ; never more Will I my mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors ...
Página 43
... woman , than report of valour . Fab . There is no way but this , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Will either of you bear me a challenge to him ? Sir To . Go , write in a martial hand ; be curs'd and brief : it is no matter how witty , fo it be ...
... woman , than report of valour . Fab . There is no way but this , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Will either of you bear me a challenge to him ? Sir To . Go , write in a martial hand ; be curs'd and brief : it is no matter how witty , fo it be ...
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... woman . Mar. Marry , and it fhall be done to - morrow morning , if I live . My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay . Mal . How now , Mistress ? Mar. O Lord ! Sir To . Pr'ythee hold thy peace ; that is not the way : do you not ...
... woman . Mar. Marry , and it fhall be done to - morrow morning , if I live . My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay . Mal . How now , Mistress ? Mar. O Lord ! Sir To . Pr'ythee hold thy peace ; that is not the way : do you not ...
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... woman , as the reft goes even , I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek , And fay , " Thrice welcome , drowned Viola ! " Vio . My father had a mole upon his brow . Seb . And fo had mine . Vio . And dy'd that day , when Viola from her ...
... woman , as the reft goes even , I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek , And fay , " Thrice welcome , drowned Viola ! " Vio . My father had a mole upon his brow . Seb . And fo had mine . Vio . And dy'd that day , when Viola from her ...
Página 74
... woman like to me . Vio . And all thofe fayings will I over - fwear ; And all thofe fwearings keep as true in foul , As doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in ...
... woman like to me . Vio . And all thofe fayings will I over - fwear ; And all thofe fwearings keep as true in foul , As doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Página 239 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.