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There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a fovereign , A counsellor , a traitress , and a dear ; His humble ambition ...
There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a fovereign , A counsellor , a traitress , and a dear ; His humble ambition ...
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My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your fon , were not my ...
My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your fon , were not my ...
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Your Lord and Mafter did well to make his re- cantation , Par . Recantation ? -my Lord ? my Mafter ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I speak ? without bloody fucceeding . My mafter ? Par . A most harsh one , and not to be underfood Laf ...
Your Lord and Mafter did well to make his re- cantation , Par . Recantation ? -my Lord ? my Mafter ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I speak ? without bloody fucceeding . My mafter ? Par . A most harsh one , and not to be underfood Laf ...
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To what is Count's man ; Count's mafter is of another ftile . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfie you , you are too old .. Laf . I must tell thee , Sirrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par .
To what is Count's man ; Count's mafter is of another ftile . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfie you , you are too old .. Laf . I must tell thee , Sirrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par .
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-I'll Laf Sirrah , your Lord and Mafter's married , there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordship to make fome reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my ...
-I'll Laf Sirrah , your Lord and Mafter's married , there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordship to make fome reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my ...
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editor | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Abr. 2007 |
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