The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Doth oft clofe in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as ...
... Doth oft clofe in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as ...
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... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ...
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ...
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... doth know . ( 5 ) I fent thee fix pence for tby Lemon , bad it ? ] But the Clown was neither Pantler , nor Butler . The Poet's Word was certainly mistaken by the Ignorance of the Printers . I have reftor'd , leman , i , e . I fent thee ...
... doth know . ( 5 ) I fent thee fix pence for tby Lemon , bad it ? ] But the Clown was neither Pantler , nor Butler . The Poet's Word was certainly mistaken by the Ignorance of the Printers . I have reftor'd , leman , i , e . I fent thee ...
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... whofe fair flower , Being once difplay'd , doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas , that they are fo , To die , even when they to perfection grow ! F : 4 Enter Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , What you will . 127.
... whofe fair flower , Being once difplay'd , doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas , that they are fo , To die , even when they to perfection grow ! F : 4 Enter Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , What you will . 127.
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... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt's But mine is all as ...
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt's But mine is all as ...
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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.