 | William Shakespeare - 1850
...others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top : J go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know...speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.8 Fare you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me : — Come again to-morrow.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 38 páginas
...others. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top :l go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know...speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.2 Fare you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me : — Come again to-morrow*... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851
...others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top : go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know...Ang. I will bethink me : — Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : good my lord, turn back. Ang. How! Bribe me? Isab. Ay, with such gifts,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Hazlitt - 1852
...but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Lucio. Art advised o' that ? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me ? Isab....Ang. I will bethink me : — Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : Good my lord, turn back. Ang. How ! bribe me ? Isab. Ay, with such... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852
...the vice o' the top : Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That 's like my brother's fault; if it confess A natural guiltiness,...Ang. I will bethink me : — Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I '11 bribe you : Good my lord, turn back ! Ang. How ! bribe me ? Isab. Ay, with such... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 884 páginas
...like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; R [Aside.] She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. [To her.'] Fare you well. Isab.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853
...others, Hith yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skims the vice o* the top : Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart, what it doth know...thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life. •ing. She spcata, and 'tis Buch sense, that my «ense breeds with it. Fare ¿ou well, entle my lord,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853
...bosom ; Knock there; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confesa A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not sound...sense that my sense breeds with it. — Fare you well. /sai. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me : — come again tomorrow. Isab. Hark how I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 986 páginas
...like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; [Asidf.~] She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. [ To her."] Fare you well.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o'the top : Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart, what it doth know...speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.bolt, ANG. I will bethink me : — Come again tomorrow. ISAB. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my... | |
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That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's... 
