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... I'll question her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St. Jacques le Grand . Where do the Palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid . At the St. Francis , befide the port . Hel . Is this the way ? A march afar off ...
... I'll question her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St. Jacques le Grand . Where do the Palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid . At the St. Francis , befide the port . Hel . Is this the way ? A march afar off ...
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... I'll leave you . [ Exit Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and fhew you The lafs I spoke of . Lord . But you fay , fhe's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to ...
... I'll leave you . [ Exit Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and fhew you The lafs I spoke of . Lord . But you fay , fhe's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to ...
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... I'll add three thousand crowns To what is paft already . Wid . I have yielded : Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit fo lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufick of ...
... I'll add three thousand crowns To what is paft already . Wid . I have yielded : Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit fo lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufick of ...
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... I'll discover that which fhall undo the Florentine . Inter . Bofkos vouvado ; I understand thee , and can fpeak thy tongue ; Kerelybonto , Sir , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh ...
... I'll discover that which fhall undo the Florentine . Inter . Bofkos vouvado ; I understand thee , and can fpeak thy tongue ; Kerelybonto , Sir , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh ...
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... I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes ; nay , I'll speak that Which you will wonder at . Int . But wilt thou faithfully ? Par . If I do not , damn me . Int . Acordo linta . Come on , thou art granted space . Exit . [ A fbort alarm ...
... I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes ; nay , I'll speak that Which you will wonder at . Int . But wilt thou faithfully ? Par . If I do not , damn me . Int . Acordo linta . Come on , thou art granted space . Exit . [ A fbort alarm ...
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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.