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Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . 1 Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reafon Clo .
Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . 1 Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reafon Clo .
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Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth she , " Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing . Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy .
Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth she , " Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing . Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy .
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Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay thou doft not ; therefore tell me true ...
Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay thou doft not ; therefore tell me true ...
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... That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , speak truly , To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true .
... That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , speak truly , To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true .
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... and what dole of honour Flies where you bid ; I find , that he , which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base , is now The prized of the King ; who , fo ennobled , Is as ' twere born fo .. King . Take her by the hand , And tell ...
... and what dole of honour Flies where you bid ; I find , that he , which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base , is now The prized of the King ; who , fo ennobled , Is as ' twere born fo .. King . Take her by the hand , And tell ...
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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
Populiarios ištraukos
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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