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... please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) 66 Why the Grecians facked ...
... please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) 66 Why the Grecians facked ...
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... please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . [ She ...
... please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . [ She ...
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... please . Hel . My wifh receive , Which great Love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her ? if they were fons of mine ,, I'd have them whipt , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel . Be not afraid ...
... please . Hel . My wifh receive , Which great Love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her ? if they were fons of mine ,, I'd have them whipt , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel . Be not afraid ...
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... What they make him fay , is mere mock - reasoning : For he is not to make use of his Authority to defeat , but to defend , his Honour . We We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt All's well , that Ends well . 37.
... What they make him fay , is mere mock - reasoning : For he is not to make use of his Authority to defeat , but to defend , his Honour . We We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt All's well , that Ends well . 37.
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt : Obey our will , which travels in thy good ; Believe not thy disdain , but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right , Which both thy ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt : Obey our will , which travels in thy good ; Believe not thy disdain , but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right , Which both thy ...
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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.