The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Band 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... faces truer than thofe that are fo wafhed ; how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch ...
... faces truer than thofe that are fo wafhed ; how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch ...
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... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' were fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . of Beat . A bird of my tongue is better ABOUT NOTHIN G. 11 Leon. Her mother hath many times told me ...
... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' were fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . of Beat . A bird of my tongue is better ABOUT NOTHIN G. 11 Leon. Her mother hath many times told me ...
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... face ----- Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough in his purfe , fuch a man would win any woman in the world , if he could get her good - will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a ...
... face ----- Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough in his purfe , fuch a man would win any woman in the world , if he could get her good - will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a ...
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... face , I had rather ly in woolen . Leon . You may light upon a husband that hath no beard . Beat . What should I do with him ? drefs him in my apparel , and make him my waiting gentlewo- man ? he that hath a beard is more than a youth ...
... face , I had rather ly in woolen . Leon . You may light upon a husband that hath no beard . Beat . What should I do with him ? drefs him in my apparel , and make him my waiting gentlewo- man ? he that hath a beard is more than a youth ...
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... face fhould be as homely and as coarfe as your mark . Upon this , Don Pedro compares his vifor to Philemon's roof . " Tis plain the Poet alludes to the ftory of Baucis and Philemon , from Ovid ; and this old couple as the Roman poet de ...
... face fhould be as homely and as coarfe as your mark . Upon this , Don Pedro compares his vifor to Philemon's roof . " Tis plain the Poet alludes to the ftory of Baucis and Philemon , from Ovid ; and this old couple as the Roman poet de ...
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Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
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Seite 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Seite 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Seite 229 - 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.
Seite 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.