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Pagina 22
Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; further off . if you prove a mutineer ,
the next tree - The Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? poor monster ' s my subject ,
and he shall not suffer Ari . Thou liest . indignity . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that .
Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; further off . if you prove a mutineer ,
the next tree - The Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? poor monster ' s my subject ,
and he shall not suffer Ari . Thou liest . indignity . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that .
Pagina 44
Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a
bed , Unless it have a false interpreter . Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be
thoroughly Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in healed ; rhyme . And thus I
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Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a
bed , Unless it have a false interpreter . Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be
thoroughly Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in healed ; rhyme . And thus I
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Pagina 61
Then know , that I have little wealth to tlemen , lose ; Such as the fury of
ungoverned youth A man I am crossed with adversity ; Thrust from the company
of awful men : My riches are these poor habiliments , Myself was from Verona
banished Of ...
Then know , that I have little wealth to tlemen , lose ; Such as the fury of
ungoverned youth A man I am crossed with adversity ; Thrust from the company
of awful men : My riches are these poor habiliments , Myself was from Verona
banished Of ...
Pagina 65
Pro . But she received my dog ? Alas , poor Proteus ! thou hast entertained Laun .
No , indeed , she did not : here have I A fox , to be the shepherd of thy lambs :
brought him back again . Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him Pro .
Pro . But she received my dog ? Alas , poor Proteus ! thou hast entertained Laun .
No , indeed , she did not : here have I A fox , to be the shepherd of thy lambs :
brought him back again . Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him Pro .
Pagina 66
That my poor mistress , moved therewithal , Sil . I pray thee , let me look on that
again . Wept bitterly ; and would I might be dead Jul . It may not be ; good madam
, pardon me . If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . There , hold . Sil . She is
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That my poor mistress , moved therewithal , Sil . I pray thee , let me look on that
again . Wept bitterly ; and would I might be dead Jul . It may not be ; good madam
, pardon me . If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . There , hold . Sil . She is
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Pagina 358 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.