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Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Trin . O Stephano , hast any more
of this ? Point to rich ends . This my mean task Ste . The whole butt , man ; my
cellar is in a Would be as heavy to me , as odions ; but ock by the sea - side ,
where ...
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Trin . O Stephano , hast any more
of this ? Point to rich ends . This my mean task Ste . The whole butt , man ; my
cellar is in a Would be as heavy to me , as odions ; but ock by the sea - side ,
where ...
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Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . ... shepherd of thy lambs :
When all our pageants of delight were play'd , Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him
Our youth got me to play the woman's part , That with his very heart despiseth me
?
Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . ... shepherd of thy lambs :
When all our pageants of delight were play'd , Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him
Our youth got me to play the woman's part , That with his very heart despiseth me
?
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O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Than that of painted pomp ? Are not
these woods Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . More free froin peril
than the envious court ? I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am .
O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Than that of painted pomp ? Are not
these woods Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . More free froin peril
than the envious court ? I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am .
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Is counted lost for ever , Perdita , it rages , how it takes up the shore ! but that's not
to I prylhce call'i ; for this ungcntle business , the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of
the poor souls ! Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt see sometimes to see ...
Is counted lost for ever , Perdita , it rages , how it takes up the shore ! but that's not
to I prylhce call'i ; for this ungcntle business , the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of
the poor souls ! Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt see sometimes to see ...
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Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! His flight was madness : When our actions
do noi , But how wilt thou do for a father ? Our fears do make us traitors . ' Son . If
he were dead , you'd weep for him : i . Rosse . You know not , you would not , it ...
Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! His flight was madness : When our actions
do noi , But how wilt thou do for a father ? Our fears do make us traitors . ' Son . If
he were dead , you'd weep for him : i . Rosse . You know not , you would not , it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
answer appears bear better Biron blood bring brother comes common copy Count daughter death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll John keep kind King lady leave Leon light live look lord madam marry master means mind mistress nature never night once passage play poor pray present prince reason rest SCENE seems sense servant serve Shakspeare soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought tongue true truth turn wife woman young
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Página 2 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Página 29 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Página 29 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Página 9 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 51 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Página 28 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Página 170 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.