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... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
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... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends : get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exits . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free ...
... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends : get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exits . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free ...
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... pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
... pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . 3 ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . 3 ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir thick , thick , fpare not me ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir thick , thick , fpare not me ...
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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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