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I am fo full of bufineffes , as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect courtier ; in the which ,. my instruction fhall ferve to naturalize thee , so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel , and understand what advice ...
I am fo full of bufineffes , as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect courtier ; in the which ,. my instruction fhall ferve to naturalize thee , so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel , and understand what advice ...
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He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : Yet for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ...
He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : Yet for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ...
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Marry , that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions . Clo . It is like a barber's chair , that fits all buttocks ; the pin buttock , the quatch - buttock , the brawn buttock , or any buttock . Count . Will your answer serve fit to ...
Marry , that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions . Clo . It is like a barber's chair , that fits all buttocks ; the pin buttock , the quatch - buttock , the brawn buttock , or any buttock . Count . Will your answer serve fit to ...
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Do you cry , O lord , Sir , at your whipping , and fpare not me ? indeed , your O lord , Sir , is very fequent to your whipping : you would answer very well to a whipping , if you were but bound to't . .0 Clo .
Do you cry , O lord , Sir , at your whipping , and fpare not me ? indeed , your O lord , Sir , is very fequent to your whipping : you would answer very well to a whipping , if you were but bound to't . .0 Clo .
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But follows it , my Lord , to bring me down Muft answer for your raifing ? I know her well : She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter , my wife ! Rather corrupt me ever ! Difdain King .
But follows it , my Lord , to bring me down Muft answer for your raifing ? I know her well : She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter , my wife ! Rather corrupt me ever ! Difdain King .
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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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