The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... art is not past power , nor you past cure . King . Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'ft thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ...
... art is not past power , nor you past cure . King . Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'ft thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ...
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... thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel , it might pafs ; yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did ... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that shou'rt fcarce worth . Par Par . Hadft thou not the privilege ...
... thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel , it might pafs ; yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did ... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that shou'rt fcarce worth . Par Par . Hadft thou not the privilege ...
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... thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my Lord , deferv'd it . Laf . Yes , good faith , ev'ry dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , 1 fhall be wifer- Laf . Ev'n as foon as thou can't , for thou haft to pull ...
... thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my Lord , deferv'd it . Laf . Yes , good faith , ev'ry dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , 1 fhall be wifer- Laf . Ev'n as foon as thou can't , for thou haft to pull ...
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... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! -well , I mu✯ be patient ... art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe ...
... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! -well , I mu✯ be patient ... art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe ...
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... art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave : this had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was ...
... art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave : this had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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103 psl. - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
392 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
256 psl. - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
142 psl. - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
430 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.