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Pagina 15
Which end o ' the beam she ' d bow . We have lost Seb . Save his majesty ! your
son , Ant . Long live Gonzalo ! I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have Gon . And ,
do you mark me , sir ! - More widows in them of this business ' making , Alon .
Which end o ' the beam she ' d bow . We have lost Seb . Save his majesty ! your
son , Ant . Long live Gonzalo ! I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have Gon . And ,
do you mark me , sir ! - More widows in them of this business ' making , Alon .
Pagina 16
Ebbing men , indeed , It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth , Most often do so
near the bottom run , It is a comforter . By their own fear , or sloth . Ant . We two ,
my lord , Seb . Pr ' ythee , say on : Will guard your person , while you take your
rest ...
Ebbing men , indeed , It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth , Most often do so
near the bottom run , It is a comforter . By their own fear , or sloth . Ant . We two ,
my lord , Seb . Pr ' ythee , say on : Will guard your person , while you take your
rest ...
Pagina 19
I shall laugh myself to death at this erdine , for fear of the storm . And art thou
living , puppy - headed monster : a most scurvy monster ! Stephano ? O
Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! I could find in my heart to beat him ,Ste . Pr
' ythee , do ...
I shall laugh myself to death at this erdine , for fear of the storm . And art thou
living , puppy - headed monster : a most scurvy monster ! Stephano ? O
Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! I could find in my heart to beat him ,Ste . Pr
' ythee , do ...
Pagina 24
Faith sir , you need not fear : When we As when they are fresh . were boys , Seb .
I say to - night : no more . Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew -
lapped like bulls , whose throats had hanging Solemn and strange music ; and ...
Faith sir , you need not fear : When we As when they are fresh . were boys , Seb .
I say to - night : no more . Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew -
lapped like bulls , whose throats had hanging Solemn and strange music ; and ...
Pagina 28
If I Ceres , should take a displeasure against you ; look I thought to have told thee
of it ; but I feared , you ,Lest I might anger thee . Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster
. Pro . Say again , where didst thou leave these Cal . Good my lord , give me ...
If I Ceres , should take a displeasure against you ; look I thought to have told thee
of it ; but I feared , you ,Lest I might anger thee . Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster
. Pro . Say again , where didst thou leave these Cal . Good my lord , give me ...
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