The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... blood and virtue Contend for Empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none ; be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
... blood and virtue Contend for Empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none ; be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
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... blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . 1 Count . Thy marriage , fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . I am out of Friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies ...
... blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . 1 Count . Thy marriage , fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . I am out of Friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies ...
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... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he , that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend ; ergo , he , that kiffes my wife , is my friend . If men could be con- tented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon ...
... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he , that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend ; ergo , he , that kiffes my wife , is my friend . If men could be con- tented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon ...
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... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins , & c . ] This paffage ftands thus in the old copies . Love , no god , that ...
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins , & c . ] This paffage ftands thus in the old copies . Love , no god , that ...
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... blood , To fay , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet , The many - colour'd Iris , rounds thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your mother . Hel ...
... blood , To fay , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet , The many - colour'd Iris , rounds thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your mother . Hel ...
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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 394 - 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 258 - 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.