The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3 |
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Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may hie ; Blefs him at home in peace , whilst I from far His name with zealous fervour fanctify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , His 54 ...
Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may hie ; Blefs him at home in peace , whilst I from far His name with zealous fervour fanctify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , His 54 ...
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I hear , there is an overture of peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you , a peace concluded . 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord .
I hear , there is an overture of peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you , a peace concluded . 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord .
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... if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio .
... if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio .
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I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand my words are as full of peace , as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me ...
I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand my words are as full of peace , as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me ...
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So noble and extraordinary an ob fervation has our author cover'd under the ribaldry of a fantaftick character , Mr. Warburton . 1 Clo . Clo . Hold thy peace , thou knave , Knight 126 TWELFTH NIGHT : Or ,
So noble and extraordinary an ob fervation has our author cover'd under the ribaldry of a fantaftick character , Mr. Warburton . 1 Clo . Clo . Hold thy peace , thou knave , Knight 126 TWELFTH NIGHT : Or ,
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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.