The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way ...
... fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way ...
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... fweet disaster ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips . I know not , what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i'faith ? - Now fhall he -God fend him well !. - and he is one ...
... fweet disaster ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips . I know not , what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i'faith ? - Now fhall he -God fend him well !. - and he is one ...
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... fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the spark e Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have seen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , young , and the next ...
... fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the spark e Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have seen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , young , and the next ...
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... fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn Priest I've sworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
... fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn Priest I've sworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
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... fweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights of service . Dia . Ay , fo you ferve us , ' Till we serve you ; but when you have our rofes , You barely leave our thorns to prick our felves , And mock us with our bareness . Ber ...
... fweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights of service . Dia . Ay , fo you ferve us , ' Till we serve you ; but when you have our rofes , You barely leave our thorns to prick our felves , And mock us with our bareness . Ber ...
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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.