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Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please 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 . Stew . May it please 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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By heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'à body . 1 Lord . Farewell , Captain .
By heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'à body . 1 Lord . Farewell , Captain .
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C Laf . Two or three words feem to have been dropt here , which ap- pear to have been to this purpose , give us notice , that there is f this ] a further ufe to be made . Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll -Sc . 6.
C Laf . Two or three words feem to have been dropt here , which ap- pear to have been to this purpose , give us notice , that there is f this ] a further ufe to be made . Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll -Sc . 6.
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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 . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King .
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 . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King .
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I your hand fhould take ; I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third , Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they ...
I your hand fhould take ; I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third , Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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bear better blood bring brother Changes comes Count court daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never Paul peace Phil poor pray Prince Queen ring SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thanks thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
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324 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.
248 psl. - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
324 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.
330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 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.