The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Steru . May it pleafe you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo .
Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Steru . May it pleafe you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo .
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Nay , I'll fit you , And not be all day neither . [ Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . ( 8 ) I have feen a Medecine , ] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy , but a Perfon bringing fuch Remedy .
Nay , I'll fit you , And not be all day neither . [ Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . ( 8 ) I have feen a Medecine , ] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy , but a Perfon bringing fuch Remedy .
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Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll like a Maid the better , while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a Corranto . B 5 Par . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen All's well , that Ends well . 33.
Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll like a Maid the better , while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a Corranto . B 5 Par . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen All's well , that Ends well . 33.
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Be not afraid that I your hand should take , I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! your : Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure ...
Be not afraid that I your hand should take , I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! your : Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure ...
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I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any convenience , an he were double and double a Lord . I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again .
I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any convenience , an he were double and double a Lord . I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again .
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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70 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
137 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.
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295 psl. - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
384 psl. - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
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101 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.
419 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.