The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd ...
... keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd ...
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... how may we barricado it against him ? Par . Keep him out . Hel . But he affails ; and our virginity , tho ' valiant , in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us in 8 All's well , that Ends well . Hel. Oh, were that all! ...
... how may we barricado it against him ? Par . Keep him out . Hel . But he affails ; and our virginity , tho ' valiant , in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us in 8 All's well , that Ends well . Hel. Oh, were that all! ...
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... Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't ; within ten years it will make itself two , which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worse . Away with't . Hel . How might one do , Sir , to lose it to ...
... Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't ; within ten years it will make itself two , which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worse . Away with't . Hel . How might one do , Sir , to lose it to ...
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... keep it to yourfeif ; many likelihoods inform me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe nor mifdoubt ; pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ...
... keep it to yourfeif ; many likelihoods inform me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe nor mifdoubt ; pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ...
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... keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a ...
... keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a ...
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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.