The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , Sirrah : . Sirrah the complaints I have heard of you , I 14 All's well , that Ends well .
... make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , Sirrah : . Sirrah the complaints I have heard of you , I 14 All's well , that Ends well .
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... knave . Clo . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he's my drudge ...
... knave . Clo . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he's my drudge ...
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... knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the truth the next way ; " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true " fhall find ; " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by kind , " 6 Count . Get you gone , Sir ...
... knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the truth the next way ; " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true " fhall find ; " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by kind , " 6 Count . Get you gone , Sir ...
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... knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black gown of a big ...
... knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black gown of a big ...
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... knave , as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth ; nay , as the pudding to his skin . Count . Have you , I fay , an answer of such fitness for all questions ? Clo . From below your duke , to beneath your confta- ble , it will fit any ...
... knave , as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth ; nay , as the pudding to his skin . Count . Have you , I fay , an answer of such fitness for all questions ? Clo . From below your duke , to beneath your confta- ble , it will fit any ...
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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.