The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Melun , a French Lord . Chatilion , Ambassador from France to King John . Elinor , Queen Mother of England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge ...
... Melun , a French Lord . Chatilion , Ambassador from France to King John . Elinor , Queen Mother of England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge ...
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... Melun , a noble lord of France , Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love Is much more gen'ral than these lines import . Bigot . To - morrow morning let us meet him then . Sal . Or rather then fet forward , for ' twill be Two long ...
... Melun , a noble lord of France , Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love Is much more gen'ral than these lines import . Bigot . To - morrow morning let us meet him then . Sal . Or rather then fet forward , for ' twill be Two long ...
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... Melun , Pembroke , Bigot , and Soldiers . Lewis . MY lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it fafe for our Return the prefident to these lords again , That having our fair order written down , Both they and we , perufing o'er ...
... Melun , Pembroke , Bigot , and Soldiers . Lewis . MY lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it fafe for our Return the prefident to these lords again , That having our fair order written down , Both they and we , perufing o'er ...
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... Melun , wounded . Melun . Lead me to the Revolts of England here . Sal . When we were happy , we had other names . Pemb . It is the Count Melun . Sal . Wounded to death . Melun . Fly , noble English , you are bought and fold ; Untread ...
... Melun , wounded . Melun . Lead me to the Revolts of England here . Sal . When we were happy , we had other names . Pemb . It is the Count Melun . Sal . Wounded to death . Melun . Fly , noble English , you are bought and fold ; Untread ...
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... Melun . Have I not hideous death within my Retaining but a quantity of life , view ? Which bleeds away , ev'n as a form of wax Refolveth from its figure ' gainst the fire ? What in the world fhould make me now deceive , Since I must ...
... Melun . Have I not hideous death within my Retaining but a quantity of life , view ? Which bleeds away , ev'n as a form of wax Refolveth from its figure ' gainst the fire ? What in the world fhould make me now deceive , Since I must ...
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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.