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With hands as pale as milk ; “ T'hy mantle good , “ Lay them in gore , “ What , stain
'd with blood ? “ Since you have shore Approach , ye furies fell ! “ With shears his
thread of silk . “ O fates ! come , come ; “ Tongue , not a word : “ Cut thread and ...
With hands as pale as milk ; “ T'hy mantle good , “ Lay them in gore , “ What , stain
'd with blood ? “ Since you have shore Approach , ye furies fell ! “ With shears his
thread of silk . “ O fates ! come , come ; “ Tongue , not a word : “ Cut thread and ...
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I find , my tongue is too fool- Something to save thy life . hardy ; but my heart háth
the fear of Mars be Par . O , let me live , fore it , and of his creatures , not daring
the re And all the secrets of our camp I'll show , ports of my tongue . Their force ...
I find , my tongue is too fool- Something to save thy life . hardy ; but my heart háth
the fear of Mars be Par . O , let me live , fore it , and of his creatures , not daring
the re And all the secrets of our camp I'll show , ports of my tongue . Their force ...
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Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom France , thou may'st hold a serpent by
the tongue , Forethought by heaven . A cased lion by the mortal paw , Blanch .
Now shall I see thy love ; What mom A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep
...
Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom France , thou may'st hold a serpent by
the tongue , Forethought by heaven . A cased lion by the mortal paw , Blanch .
Now shall I see thy love ; What mom A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep
...
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I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , And now my tongue's use is to me no
more , He shortens four years of my son's ... and bring their times That knows no
touch to tune the harmony . about , Within my mouth you have engaoľd my
tongue ...
I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , And now my tongue's use is to me no
more , He shortens four years of my son's ... and bring their times That knows no
touch to tune the harmony . about , Within my mouth you have engaoľd my
tongue ...
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That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim , Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness
in thy cheek Than did our soldiers , aiming at their safety , Is apter than thy tongue
to tell thy errand . Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor . Even such a ...
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim , Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness
in thy cheek Than did our soldiers , aiming at their safety , Is apter than thy tongue
to tell thy errand . Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor . Even such a ...
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Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 30 dez. 2006 |
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