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Tan fácil es contar las motas del polvo como responder a las preguntas de un enamorado

I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns Worse than tears drown:

Реч на хитър дух дреме в глупав слух.

Há muitos eventos na barriga prenhe das horas, e eles têm de ser paridos.

Go off, I discard you. Let

O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thoudidst know how many fathom deep I am in love! Butit cannot be sounded: my affection hath an unknownbottom, like the bay of Portugal.

Olmaz öyle şey, Tanrı esirgesin, insan gibi davranmak yeter. Herkese layığına göre davranacak olursan kim kırbaçtan kurtulabilir ki? Onlara kendi şeref ve payenize göre davranın; ne kadar azına değseler de o kadar fazla vermek sizin ihsanınızdır.

your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

covetousness. But,

There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This

Say a day without the ever.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speakWith most miraculous organ.

(aside) Oh, you are well tuned now,But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music,As honest as I am.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was,--Stephano(Act II, scene 2, lines 136-137)

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

Que el diablo se vista de luto que yo me vestiré de gala

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Beelzebub at

Te veo preocupado, hijo mío,y como abatido. Recobra el ánimo.Nuestra fiesta ha terminado. Los actores,como ya te dije, eran espíritusy se han disuelto en el aire, en aire leve,y, cual la obra sin cimientos de esta fantasía,las torres con sus nubes, los regios palacios,los templos solemnes, el inmenso mundoy cuantos lo hereden, todo se disiparáe, igual que se ha esfumado mi etérea función,no quedará ni polvo. Somos de la mismasustancia que los sueños, y nuestra breve vida culmina en un dormir. Estoy turbado.Disculpa mi flaqueza; mi mente está agitada.No te inquiete mi dolencia. Si gustas,retírate a mi celda y reposa.Pasearé un momento por calmarmi ánimo excitado. (Próspero)