The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3 |
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... to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part ;: I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel .
... to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part ;: I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel .
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Take her by the hand , And tell her , fhe is thine : to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy eftate ,, A ballance ... I have now found thee ; when I lofe thee again , I care not :: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up ...
Take her by the hand , And tell her , fhe is thine : to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy eftate ,, A ballance ... I have now found thee ; when I lofe thee again , I care not :: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up ...
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Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- Laf . ( 23 ) Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy tryal ; which if , -Lord have mercy on thee for a ... Ay , with all my heart , and thou art worthy of it .
Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- Laf . ( 23 ) Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy tryal ; which if , -Lord have mercy on thee for a ... Ay , with all my heart , and thou art worthy of it .
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Well , thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! ... but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft ...
Well , thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! ... but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft ...
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Away , thou'rt a knave .. Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir , before a knave ,. th'art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave : this had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo .
Away , thou'rt a knave .. Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir , before a knave ,. th'art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave : this had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo .
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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.