 Dyna, ond y dyma i'r Gŵr yng Nghymru, ddechrau'r cyffredd. Yn hyffredd y Llywodraeth, ar gyfer o'r ffaith a'r hynny'n gwneud o'r ffordd, dyna yn bwysig, o'ch gwmpas oedd yn mawr, dyna yn bwysig, o'r bobl, o'r gwmpas, o'r ffordd o'r eich gwylliant. Yn ymgyrch ymddiad, o'r cyffreddau o'r gweithiau, sy'n gwneud yn dda'r rhaid i'r ffordd, yn ychafol o'r gweithiau, And he's become the bellows, and the phan, ... ... to cool at gyps' is lust. Look where they come. Take but good note and you shall see in Him... ... the triple pillar of the world transformed into a trumpets pawn, ... ... behold and see. If it be love you indeed!, tell me how much." There's beggary in the love that could be reckoned. I'll set a barn how far to be beloved!" Then was thine needs find out new heaven, new earth? Use my good ores and roads, great's me, the sun. Dweud i am Lent unig, Feit subsor yn fïn ychydig yng Nghymru. O beth y defnydd yng Nghymru sy'n seisi, Ddiwedd yr ydych yn yng Nghymru sydd hwn yn ymwyllfa'n gallu. Na haydyn nhw y gallwn iddynt yn galluEEeso i'r frangos Felly rydnos wedi'u wneudstaeth. Dwi'n cymhod! Mae'n Ei hwn, mae'n meddwl o'r Lent. Felly dych yn ymlaen, Mae'r ymgyrchu sy'n deud hynny. Ond yw'n deud ystod ymlaen. Feit eu proses fel Fylvius. Caesar's, I would say, both, call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine is Caesar's homager, else so thy cheek pays shame when shrill tongue full via skulls. The messengers... Let Rome in Tybur melt and the wide arch of the ranged empire fall. Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay, our dunny earth are like feet beasters, man. The noblness of life is to do thus when such a mutual pair and such a twain can do it. In which I bind on pain of punishment the world to eat, we stand up peerless. Excellent falsehood. Why did he marry full beer and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not. Anthony will be himself. But stirred by Cleopatra, now for the love of love and her soft hours, let's not confound the time with conference harsh. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch without some pleasure new. What sport tonight? Here the ambassador. Five wrangling queen, whom everything becomes to shy, to laugh, to weep, whose every passion fully strives to make itself in thee fair and admired. No messenger but thine. And all alone tonight we'll wander through the streets and note the qualities of people. Come, my queen, last night you did desire it. Speak not to us. Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight? Sir, sometimes when he is not Anthony, he comes too short of that great property which still should go with Anthony. I am full sorry that he approves the common liar who thus speaks of him at Rome, but I will hope of better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy. Lord Alexis, city to Alexis, where does anything Alexis almost most absolute to Alexis? Where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? But I knew this husband which you say must charge his horns with garlands. Soothayer? Your will? Is this the man? Is it you, sir, that know the things? In nature's infinite book of secrecy, a little I can read. Shine your hand. Bring in the banquet. Quickly. Wine it up, Cleopatra's house today. Good sir. Give me good for you. I make not, but for thee. Oh, but then for see me rather. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. He means and fairer. No, you shall paint when you are old. Wrinkles for birds. Ex not his presence. Be attentive. Shhh. You shall be more beloved than beloved. I'd rather heat my liver with drinking. Nay, hear thee. Good now, some excellent fortune. Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon and wither them all. Let me have a child at fifty to whom Herod of Dury may do homage. Find me to marry with Octavia Caesar and companion me with my mistress. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Oh, excellent. I love long life better than fids. You have seen and proved a fairer form of fortune than that which is to approach. But like my children shall have no names. Pretty how many boys and wenches must I have. If every of your wishes had a womb and fertile every wish, a million. Oh, I forgive thee for a wish. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. Nay, come. Tell our assers. Well, now all our fortune, mine. And most of our fortunes tonight shall be drunk to bed. Well, the farm presage is chastity of nothing else. He has the old flowing nile as presage of the famine. Well, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sense it. No, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine here. Pretty telephone. Sample complete. Ready to continue?