The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you ...
... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you ...
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... pray you . Come , Sirrah . Enter Lafeu and Bertram . [ Exit Parolles , [ To Clown . [ Exeunt Laf . But , I hope , your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his ...
... pray you . Come , Sirrah . Enter Lafeu and Bertram . [ Exit Parolles , [ To Clown . [ Exeunt Laf . But , I hope , your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his ...
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... pray you , make us friends , Î will purfue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir .. Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . O , I know him well ; I , Sir , he , Sir's , a good workman ...
... pray you , make us friends , Î will purfue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir .. Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . O , I know him well ; I , Sir , he , Sir's , a good workman ...
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... prayers . Fare you well , my Lord , and believe this of me , there can be no kernel in this light nut : the foul of this man is his clothes . Truft him not in matter of heavy con- fequence : I have kept of them tame , and know their ...
... prayers . Fare you well , my Lord , and believe this of me , there can be no kernel in this light nut : the foul of this man is his clothes . Truft him not in matter of heavy con- fequence : I have kept of them tame , and know their ...
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... Pray , Sir , your pardon . Ber . Well , what would you say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth I owe ; Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ; But , like a tim'rous thief , most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own ...
... Pray , Sir , your pardon . Ber . Well , what would you say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth I owe ; Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ; But , like a tim'rous thief , most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own ...
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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.