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1 - 5 találat összesen 82 találatból.
20. oldal
... hath lately suffered by a thunder - bolt . [ Thunder . ] Alas ! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine ; there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows . I will here ...
... hath lately suffered by a thunder - bolt . [ Thunder . ] Alas ! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine ; there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows . I will here ...
38. oldal
... hath not writ to me ? Speed . What need she , when she hath made you write to yourself ? Why , do you not perceive the Val . No , believe me . [ jest ? Speed . No believing you indeed , sir : But did you perceive her earnest ? Val . She ...
... hath not writ to me ? Speed . What need she , when she hath made you write to yourself ? Why , do you not perceive the Val . No , believe me . [ jest ? Speed . No believing you indeed , sir : But did you perceive her earnest ? Val . She ...
39. oldal
... hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words ...
... hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words ...
44. oldal
... hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept That no man hath recourse to her by night . [ safe , Val . What lets , but one may enter at her window ...
... hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept That no man hath recourse to her by night . [ safe , Val . What lets , but one may enter at her window ...
45. oldal
... hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh , untuneable , and bad . Val . Is Silvia dead ? Pro . No , Valentine . Val . No Valentine , indeed , for sacred Silvia ! — Hath she forsworn me ? Pro ...
... hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh , untuneable , and bad . Val . Is Silvia dead ? Pro . No , Valentine . Val . No Valentine , indeed , for sacred Silvia ! — Hath she forsworn me ? Pro ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
374. oldal - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
223. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...