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What is it , my good Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this Gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narben . Count .
What is it , my good Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this Gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narben . Count .
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What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise ...
What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise ...
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1 Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our coufin Austria ; With caution , that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend ...
1 Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our coufin Austria ; With caution , that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend ...
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2 Lord . You're loved , Sing They , that leaft lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician , at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber .
2 Lord . You're loved , Sing They , that leaft lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician , at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber .
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My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
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Seite 103 - 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 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 260 - 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.
Seite 142 - 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.
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Verlag | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Jan. 2007 |
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