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Countess of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the widow . Violenta , neighbours and friends Mariana ...
Countess of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the widow . Violenta , neighbours and friends Mariana ...
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Be comfortable to my mother your miftrefs , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all !
Be comfortable to my mother your miftrefs , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all !
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To speak on the part of virginity , ' tis to accufe your mother ;, which is moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all ...
To speak on the part of virginity , ' tis to accufe your mother ;, which is moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all ...
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There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? Hel . That I with well- Par . What's pity ?
There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? Hel . That I with well- Par . What's pity ?
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Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay , I'm your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those , That were enwombed mine ; ' tis often feen , Adoption ...
Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay , I'm your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those , That were enwombed mine ; ' tis often feen , Adoption ...
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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.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Works, 3 tomas Works, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 gruodžio 2006 |
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