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Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him ...
Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him ...
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Blefs you , my fortunate Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo .
Blefs you , my fortunate Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo .
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O Madam , yonder is heavy news within , between two foldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would .
O Madam , yonder is heavy news within , between two foldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would .
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Ay , furely , merely truth ; I know his lady . Dia . There is a gentleman that serves the Count Dian 44 A & III . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . enticements, oaths, tokens, and all thefe engines ...
Ay , furely , merely truth ; I know his lady . Dia . There is a gentleman that serves the Count Dian 44 A & III . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . enticements, oaths, tokens, and all thefe engines ...
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Alas , poor lady ! ' Tis a hard bondage , to become the wife Of a detesting Lord . Wid . Ah ! right ; good creature ! wherefoe'er the is Her heart weighs fadly ; this young maid might do her A fhrewd turn , if she pleas'd . Hel .
Alas , poor lady ! ' Tis a hard bondage , to become the wife Of a detesting Lord . Wid . Ah ! right ; good creature ! wherefoe'er the is Her heart weighs fadly ; this young maid might do her A fhrewd turn , if she pleas'd . Hel .
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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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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.