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Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this
always — that a man is never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a
place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed .
Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this
always — that a man is never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a
place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed .
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Laun . The blackest news that ever thou heard'st . Speed . Why , man , how black
? Laun . Why , as black as ink . Speed . Let me read them . Laun . Fye on thee ,
jolt - head ; thou canst not read . Speed . Thou liest , I Laun . I will try thee : Tell ...
Laun . The blackest news that ever thou heard'st . Speed . Why , man , how black
? Laun . Why , as black as ink . Speed . Let me read them . Laun . Fye on thee ,
jolt - head ; thou canst not read . Speed . Thou liest , I Laun . I will try thee : Tell ...
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Laun . That makes amends for her sour breath . Speed . Item , She doth talk in
her sleep . Laun . It's no matter for that , so she sleep not in her talk . Speed . Item
, She is slow in words . Laun . O villain , that set this down among her vices !
Laun . That makes amends for her sour breath . Speed . Item , She doth talk in
her sleep . Laun . It's no matter for that , so she sleep not in her talk . Speed . Item
, She is slow in words . Laun . O villain , that set this down among her vices !
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Laun . Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovel - post , a staff , or a prop ? .Do you know
me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gentleman : out , I pray
you , tell me , is my boy ( God rest his soul ! ) alive , or dead ? Laun . Do you not ...
Laun . Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovel - post , a staff , or a prop ? .Do you know
me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gentleman : out , I pray
you , tell me , is my boy ( God rest his soul ! ) alive , or dead ? Laun . Do you not ...
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And what hope is that , I pray thee ? Laun . Marry , you may partly hope that your
father got you not , that you are not the Jew's daughter . Jes . That were a kind of
bastard hope , indeed ; so the sins of my mother shall be visited upon me . Laun .
And what hope is that , I pray thee ? Laun . Marry , you may partly hope that your
father got you not , that you are not the Jew's daughter . Jes . That were a kind of
bastard hope , indeed ; so the sins of my mother shall be visited upon me . Laun .
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Seite 341 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 15 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 508 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Seite 512 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 138 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 355 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Seite 15 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 144 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...
Seite 354 - The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 483 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.