The Works of Shakespeare, 3 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your fon , were ...
... noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your fon , were ...
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... noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your paffions Have ...
... noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your paffions Have ...
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... noble captain . reports Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King [ Exeunt Lords . Par . Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have restrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold ...
... noble captain . reports Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King [ Exeunt Lords . Par . Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have restrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold ...
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... noble grapes ; an if My royal fox could reach them : ( 8 ) I have feen a Med ' cin , That's able to breathe life into a stone ; Quicken a rock , and make dance Canary you With fprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful ...
... noble grapes ; an if My royal fox could reach them : ( 8 ) I have feen a Med ' cin , That's able to breathe life into a stone ; Quicken a rock , and make dance Canary you With fprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful ...
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... noble hufwife with the time , to en tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend ...
... noble hufwife with the time , to en tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend ...
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“The” Works of Shakespeare– In Seven Volumes, 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1733 |
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246 psl. - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
376 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
133 psl. - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
407 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
97 psl. - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.