The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 2 |
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Pagina 121
You , ladies , you , whose gentle hearts do fear * The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor , “ May now , perchance , both quake and tremble here , " When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar . " Then know , that I , one Snug ...
You , ladies , you , whose gentle hearts do fear * The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor , “ May now , perchance , both quake and tremble here , " When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar . " Then know , that I , one Snug ...
Pagina 231
-0 , my gentle master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ?
-0 , my gentle master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ?
Pagina 327
No , not a whit ; I find you passing gentle . ' Twas told me , you were rough , and coy , and sullen , And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring ...
No , not a whit ; I find you passing gentle . ' Twas told me , you were rough , and coy , and sullen , And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring ...
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