PHILO: Nay, but this dotage of our general’s
O’erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o’er the files and musters of the war
Have glow’d like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain’s heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
To cool a gipsy’s lust.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9786050431209 ● Mărime fișier 0.6 MB ● Editura William Shakespeare ● Publicat 2016 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5110246 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social