The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... fear proposes fafety : but the compofition , that your valour and fear makes in you , is a virtue of a good wing , and I like the wear well . Par . I am fo full of bufineffes , as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect ...
... fear proposes fafety : but the compofition , that your valour and fear makes in you , is a virtue of a good wing , and I like the wear well . Par . I am fo full of bufineffes , as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect ...
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... fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ...
... fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ...
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... . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ;; God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ! what , pale again ? My My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I All's well , that Ends well . 19.
... . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ;; God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ! what , pale again ? My My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I All's well , that Ends well . 19.
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I fee ( 6 ) The myft'ry of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is asham'd ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I fee ( 6 ) The myft'ry of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is asham'd ...
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... fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , does your business follow us ? Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was my father , In what he did profefs , well found ...
... fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , does your business follow us ? Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was my father , In what he did profefs , well found ...
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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.