The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... young ; If we are nature's , these are ours this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in ...
... young ; If we are nature's , these are ours this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in ...
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... young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords : these warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , fare- wel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If ...
... young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords : these warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , fare- wel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If ...
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... young , and the next year , and ' tis too early .. Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . : Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , ' Till Honour be bought up , and ...
... young , and the next year , and ' tis too early .. Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . : Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , ' Till Honour be bought up , and ...
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... young again , if we could : I will be a fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your answer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count ...
... young again , if we could : I will be a fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your answer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count ...
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... young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . ( 12 ) Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , Par . I am fure , thy father drunk wine .. Laf . But if thou . be'eft not an ass , I ...
... young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . ( 12 ) Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , Par . I am fure , thy father drunk wine .. Laf . But if thou . be'eft not an ass , I ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis blood Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feems felf fent fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria John King King John knave Lady loft Lord lyes Madam mafter Malvolio Marry Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Paffage pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reaſon ſay SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue underſtand uſe whofe wife worfe yourſelf
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Página 246 - 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.
Página 376 - 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.
Página 133 - 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.
Página 407 - 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.
Página 97 - 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.