15 March 2016

"You’ll put down strangers, kill them, cut their throats, possess their houses, and lead the majesty of law in lyam to slip him like a hound. Alas, alas! Say now the King, as he is clement if th’offender mourn, should so much come too short of your great trespass as but to banish you: whither would you go? What country, by the nature of your error, should give you harbour? Go you to France or Flanders, to any German province, Spain or Portugal, nay, anywhere that not adheres to England: why, you must needs be strangers" (W. Shakespeare)


Anonymous said...

E ainda dizem que se morre à fome em Portugal.

João Lisboa said...

É tudo boataria. Nunca houve. Mesmo se houver algum, vá lá, apetite, comem-se gatos e cães. Agora, com certificação de sanidade.