The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Conft . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , " Till your ftrong hand fhall help to give him ftrength , To make a more requital to your love . Auft . The peace of heav'n is theirs , who lift their fwords In fuch a just and ...
... Conft . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , " Till your ftrong hand fhall help to give him ftrength , To make a more requital to your love . Auft . The peace of heav'n is theirs , who lift their fwords In fuch a just and ...
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... Conft . Let me make anfwer : thy ufurping fon.- Eli Out , infolent ! thy bastard fhall be King , That thou may't be a Queen , and check the world ! ? Conft . My bed was ever to thy fon as true , As thine was to thy husband ; and this ...
... Conft . Let me make anfwer : thy ufurping fon.- Eli Out , infolent ! thy bastard fhall be King , That thou may't be a Queen , and check the world ! ? Conft . My bed was ever to thy fon as true , As thine was to thy husband ; and this ...
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William Shakespeare. Conft . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Auft . Peace . Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your ...
William Shakespeare. Conft . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Auft . Peace . Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your ...
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... Conft . Now fhame upon you , whe're fhe does or no ! His grandam's wrong , and not his mother's fhames , Draws thofe heav'n - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heav'n fhall take in nature of a fee : Ay , with these crystal beads ...
... Conft . Now fhame upon you , whe're fhe does or no ! His grandam's wrong , and not his mother's fhames , Draws thofe heav'n - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heav'n fhall take in nature of a fee : Ay , with these crystal beads ...
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William Shakespeare. A will , that bars the title of thy fon . Conft . Ay , who doubts that ? a will ! - will ; A woman's will , a cankred grandam's will . a wicked K. Philip . Peace , Lady ; paufe , or be more temperate : It ill befeems ...
William Shakespeare. A will , that bars the title of thy fon . Conft . Ay , who doubts that ? a will ! - will ; A woman's will , a cankred grandam's will . a wicked K. Philip . Peace , Lady ; paufe , or be more temperate : It ill befeems ...
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Página 246 - 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.
Página 376 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 133 - 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.
Página 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 97 - 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.