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17. oldal
... mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Prithee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . PAFHELP Ant . The visitor will not give him ...
... mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Prithee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . PAFHELP Ant . The visitor will not give him ...
18. oldal
... means to live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant ... mean , in a sort . Ant . That sort was well fish'd for . Gon . When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Alon ...
... means to live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant ... mean , in a sort . Ant . That sort was well fish'd for . Gon . When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Alon ...
34. oldal
... mean the pound , a pinfold . Speed . From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over , ' T is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover . Pro . But what said she ? did she nod ? Speed . I. [ Speed nods . Pro . Nod , I ; why ...
... mean the pound , a pinfold . Speed . From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over , ' T is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover . Pro . But what said she ? did she nod ? Speed . I. [ Speed nods . Pro . Nod , I ; why ...
35. oldal
... means this passion at his name ? Luc . Pardon , dear madam ; ' t is a passing shame , That I , unworthy body as I am ... mean is drown'd with you , unruly base . Luc . Indeed , I bid the base for Proteus . Jul . This babble shall not ...
... means this passion at his name ? Luc . Pardon , dear madam ; ' t is a passing shame , That I , unworthy body as I am ... mean is drown'd with you , unruly base . Luc . Indeed , I bid the base for Proteus . Jul . This babble shall not ...
37. oldal
... mean . Speed . Why , sir , I know her not . Val . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? Val . Not so fair , boy , as well favoured . Speed . Sir , I know that well ...
... mean . Speed . Why , sir , I know her not . Val . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? Val . Not so fair , boy , as well favoured . Speed . Sir , I know that well ...
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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...