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... leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift ...
... leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift ...
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... leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , do's your bufinefs follow us Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was my father , In what he did profefs , well found . King . I knew him . Hel . The rather ...
... leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , do's your bufinefs follow us Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was my father , In what he did profefs , well found . King . I knew him . Hel . The rather ...
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... leave . Laf . Do all they deny her if they were fons of mine , I'd have them whip'd , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel . Be not afraid that I your hand should take , I'll never do you wrong for your own fake ...
... leave . Laf . Do all they deny her if they were fons of mine , I'd have them whip'd , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel . Be not afraid that I your hand should take , I'll never do you wrong for your own fake ...
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... leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know ' thou not , Bertrams , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord ,. But never hope to know why I'fhould marry her . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from my fickly ...
... leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know ' thou not , Bertrams , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord ,. But never hope to know why I'fhould marry her . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from my fickly ...
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... leave . [ Exit . ( 23 ) Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , left thou baften thy tryal ; , which is , Lard bave mercy on thee for a ben ; ] Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope , either by inadvertence , or fome other fatality , have blunder ...
... leave . [ Exit . ( 23 ) Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , left thou baften thy tryal ; , which is , Lard bave mercy on thee for a ben ; ] Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope , either by inadvertence , or fome other fatality , have blunder ...
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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.