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... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter TRINCULO . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor ...
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter TRINCULO . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor ...
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... tongue in sack ; for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on , by this light . - Thou shalt be my lieutenant , mon- ster , or my standard . that hath drunk so ...
... tongue in sack ; for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on , by this light . - Thou shalt be my lieutenant , mon- ster , or my standard . that hath drunk so ...
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... tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund ...
... tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund ...
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... tongue ) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse . Pro . Praise in departing . Fran . They vanish'd strangely . Seb . No matter , since [ Aside . They have left their viands behind ; for we have stomachs.- Will't please you taste of what is ...
... tongue ) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse . Pro . Praise in departing . Fran . They vanish'd strangely . Seb . No matter , since [ Aside . They have left their viands behind ; for we have stomachs.- Will't please you taste of what is ...
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... tongue ; all eyes ; be silent . [ Soft music . A Masque . Enter IRIS . Iris . Ceres , most bounteous lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and pease ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , When I ...
... tongue ; all eyes ; be silent . [ Soft music . A Masque . Enter IRIS . Iris . Ceres , most bounteous lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and pease ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , When I ...
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The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson ..., Volume 1 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1819 |
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio comes cousin daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Shal signior sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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