 A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one. even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...  The dramatic works of William Shakspeare - Página 21por William Shakespeare - 1814Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 páginas
...had been any christom child; a* parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' ur workings in a second quoth I: ' what, man! be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times. Now... | |
 | Jean Elizabeth Howard, Phyllis Rackin - 1997 - 276 páginas
...for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as...'a [babbled] of green fields. "How now, Sir John?" quoth I, "what, man? be a' good cheer." So 'a cried out, "God, God, God!" three or four times. Now... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 356 páginas
...none of these books: the dramatic context assumes that these symptoms will be generally familiar. end, I knew there was but one way. For his nose was as...and a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John?' quoth I. 'What, man! Be o' good cheer.' So a cried out, 'God, God, God', three or four times. Now I,... | |
 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 páginas
...had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,...upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way . . . 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man, be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out, 'God, God, God... | |
 | Susannah York, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 124 páginas
...for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way for his nose was as sharp...babbled of green fields .... 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I. 'What, man, be of good cheer'. So 'a cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times. Now I,... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 páginas
...For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as...and 'a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John?' quoth I. 'What, man? be o' good cheer.' So 'a cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times. Now I,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 páginas
...had been any christom child; a' parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' 9 t D h> wa? as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: ' what, man! be... | |
 | Stephen Greenblatt - 2004 - 460 páginas
...for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way. For his nose was as...and a babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John?" quoth I. "What, man! Be o' good cheer." So a cried out, "God, God, God," three or four times. Now I,... | |
 | Peter Dechert - 2007 - 114 páginas
...for Warren — well, what about him? They're all doing fine without him. "... at the turning o' the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and...as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. . . BECAUSE of sunlight shifting through a tree the moving pattern silent on the shade between my room... | |
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