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I am out of friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary ...
I am out of friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary ...
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Why then , young Bertram , take her , she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done ...
Why then , young Bertram , take her , she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done ...
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I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the bannerets a- bout thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel ...
I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the bannerets a- bout thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel ...
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War is no ftrife To the dark - house , and the detefted wife . Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her ftraight away : to - morrow I'll to the wars , the to her ...
War is no ftrife To the dark - house , and the detefted wife . Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her ftraight away : to - morrow I'll to the wars , the to her ...
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Write , write , Rynaldo , To this unworthy husband of his wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down fharply . Difpatch the most convenient ...
Write , write , Rynaldo , To this unworthy husband of his wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down fharply . Difpatch the most convenient ...
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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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