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for ever gone . : Re - enter Clown . Clo . O Madam , yonder is heavy news within
between two soldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay ,
there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be kill'd so ...
for ever gone . : Re - enter Clown . Clo . O Madam , yonder is heavy news within
between two soldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay ,
there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be kill'd so ...
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Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's somewhere
gone to dinner : Good sister , let us dine , and never fret . A man is master of his
liberty : Time is their master ; and when they fee time , They'll go or come ; if so ,
be ...
Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's somewhere
gone to dinner : Good sister , let us dine , and never fret . A man is master of his
liberty : Time is their master ; and when they fee time , They'll go or come ; if so ,
be ...
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Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone .
Cour . Give me the ring of mine , you had at dinner , Or for my diamond the chain
you promis'd , And I'll be gone , Sir , and not trouble you . S. Dro . Some devils ...
Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone .
Cour . Give me the ring of mine , you had at dinner , Or for my diamond the chain
you promis'd , And I'll be gone , Sir , and not trouble you . S. Dro . Some devils ...
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I pray you , do not puth me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my lord , ' tis yours ;
Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What need these hands ? You , that are
thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you .
I pray you , do not puth me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my lord , ' tis yours ;
Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What need these hands ? You , that are
thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you .
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G SCENE , The French King's Pavilion . Enter Constance , Arthur , and Salisbury .
CONSTANCE . TONE to be marry'd ! gone to swear a peace ! False blood to false
blood join'd ! Gone to be friends ! Shall Lewis have Blanch , and Blanch those ...
G SCENE , The French King's Pavilion . Enter Constance , Arthur , and Salisbury .
CONSTANCE . TONE to be marry'd ! gone to swear a peace ! False blood to false
blood join'd ! Gone to be friends ! Shall Lewis have Blanch , and Blanch those ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 419 - 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.