 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 462 páginas
...wind, That it will quickly drop. H. IV. FT. Ii. iv. 4. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. M. iii. 4. O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 páginas
...Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 páginas
...Macb. Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hidethee! Thy hones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure... | |
 | 1851 - 658 páginas
...A vaunt ! and quit my sight! Let the i'ea hide thee ! Thy bones are marrnwlcss, thy Mood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! We would altogether decline the acquaintance of fish, so long as they are in the flesh. Afterwards... | |
 | 1852 - 400 páginas
...vaunt and quit my eight ! Let the earth hide thee I Thy bones are marrowless — thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with ! " Instead of this, the immortal Adams screeched out in his richest style — "Yeou git eout ! Go... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 544 páginas
...Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other : Only it spoils the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 512 páginas
...vaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, Rut as a thing of custom : 'tis no other ; Only it spoils the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 508 páginas
...Avauiil ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thce ! Thy bones are marrowless_, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M . Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other : Only it spoils the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 páginas
...Avaunt, and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee I Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other ; Only it spoils the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 páginas
...wind, That it will quickly drop. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. If. iii. 4. 0, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power... | |
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Avaunt ! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with. 
