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Younger than she are happy mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She is the hopeful lady of my earth : 5 1 a 1 1 5 3 These happy masks , & c .
Younger than she are happy mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She is the hopeful lady of my earth : 5 1 a 1 1 5 3 These happy masks , & c .
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Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here . What is La . Cap . This is the matter : -Nurse , give leave awhile , We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel .
Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here . What is La . Cap . This is the matter : -Nurse , give leave awhile , We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel .
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... younger Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers : by my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . " Thus then , in brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse .
... younger Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers : by my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . " Thus then , in brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse .
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Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurse . Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ...
Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurse . Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ...
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The earth , that's nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : 2 And from her womb children of divers kindaWe sucking. * And flecked darkness - ] Flecked is spotted , dappled , streaked , or variegated ...
The earth , that's nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : 2 And from her womb children of divers kindaWe sucking. * And flecked darkness - ] Flecked is spotted , dappled , streaked , or variegated ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient bear better blood CAPULET Cassio cause comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune give gone Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honest hour I'll Iago Johnson Juliet keep kind King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam married matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night Nurse once Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seems seen sense signifies soul speak spirit stand stay sweet sword tell thee thing thou thou art thought true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Página 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 357 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Página 136 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 150 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Página 223 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 192 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Página 195 - To die, to sleep : To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Página 284 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say " Ay ;" And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 140 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods...