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Wysłany: Pon 8:48, 14 Mar 2011 Temat postu: let's fall to |
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d but I.
What violent hands can she lay on her life?
Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands?
To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice o'er
How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?
O [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], handle not the theme, to talk of hands,
Lest we remember still that we have none.
Fie, fie [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], how franticly I square my talk,
As if we should forget we had no hands,
If Marcus did not name the word of hands yilai:
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http://www.public4you.fora.pl/quickly,22/on-the-makaloa-mat-londonjack-publishedabnfxu,52986.html#89702!
Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this:
Here is no drink. Hark, Marcus, what she says-
I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;
She says she drinks no other drink but tears,
Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks.
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;
In thy dumb action will I be as perfect
As begging hermits in their holy prayers.
Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
But I of these will wrest an alphabet,
And by still practice learn to know thy meaning.
BOY. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments;
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
MARCUS. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd,
Doth weep to see his grandsire
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