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Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? La . Cap . This is the matter Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in secret ; Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counfel : thou know'st ...
Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? La . Cap . This is the matter Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in secret ; Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counfel : thou know'st ...
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Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon That you are now a maid . Thus then in brief , The valiant Paris seeks you for his ...
Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon That you are now a maid . Thus then in brief , The valiant Paris seeks you for his ...
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Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? [ To ber Nurse . Nurse . Marry , batchelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter , that you ...
Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? [ To ber Nurse . Nurse . Marry , batchelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter , that you ...
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The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some ...
The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some ...
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... I warrant , a virtuous - where is where is your mother ?: Jul . Where is my mother ? - why , she is within ; Wnere should she be ? how odly thou reply'st ! Your love fays like an bonest gentleman : Where is your mother ? Nurf .
... I warrant , a virtuous - where is where is your mother ?: Jul . Where is my mother ? - why , she is within ; Wnere should she be ? how odly thou reply'st ! Your love fays like an bonest gentleman : Where is your mother ? Nurf .
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 7 tomas The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktorius | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Leidėjas | A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 13 liepos 2007 |
| Eksportuoti šaltinį | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |