The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena I Velena ; go to , no more ; left it 16 ALL'S well , that ENDS well .
... The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena I Velena ; go to , no more ; left it 16 ALL'S well , that ENDS well .
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... never tax'd for fpeech . 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 him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That ...
... never tax'd for fpeech . 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 him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That ...
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... never virgin got , ' till virginity was first loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found : by being ever kept , it is ever loft ;. ' tis too cold a companion ...
... never virgin got , ' till virginity was first loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found : by being ever kept , it is ever loft ;. ' tis too cold a companion ...
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... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under ...
... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under ...
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... never have the bleffing of God , ' till I have iffue o ' my body ; for they say , bearns are bleffings .. Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . · Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am driven on by the flesh ; and he ...
... never have the bleffing of God , ' till I have iffue o ' my body ; for they say , bearns are bleffings .. Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . · Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am driven on by the flesh ; and he ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis beft blood Bohemia call'd Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firft fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband i'th Illyria John kifs King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf o'th paffage pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe yourſelf
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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.