The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and 20 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
... So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and 20 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
Page 122
... fifter , both born in one hour ; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd , would we had to ended ! but you , Sir , alter'd that ; for , some hour before you took me from the breach of the fea , was my fifter drown'd . Ant . Alas , the day ! Seb ...
... fifter , both born in one hour ; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd , would we had to ended ! but you , Sir , alter'd that ; for , some hour before you took me from the breach of the fea , was my fifter drown'd . Ant . Alas , the day ! Seb ...
Page 134
... fifter of her love , my boy ? Vio . I'm all the daughters of my father's houfe , And all the brothers too - and yet I know not- Sir , fhall I to this Lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theam . To her in hafte ; give her this jewel : fay , My ...
... fifter of her love , my boy ? Vio . I'm all the daughters of my father's houfe , And all the brothers too - and yet I know not- Sir , fhall I to this Lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theam . To her in hafte ; give her this jewel : fay , My ...
Page 141
... fifter had had no name , Şir . Vio . Why , man ? Clo . Why , Sir , her name's a word ; and to dally with that word , might make my fifter wanton ; but , indeed , words are very rafcals , fince bonds difgrac'd them . Vio . Thy reafon ...
... fifter had had no name , Şir . Vio . Why , man ? Clo . Why , Sir , her name's a word ; and to dally with that word , might make my fifter wanton ; but , indeed , words are very rafcals , fince bonds difgrac'd them . Vio . Thy reafon ...
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... fifter , Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd : Of charity , what kin are you to me ? [ To Viola . What countryman ? what name ? what parentage ? Vio . Of Mealine ; Sebaftian was my father ; Such a Sebaftian was my brother too ...
... fifter , Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd : Of charity , what kin are you to me ? [ To Viola . What countryman ? what name ? what parentage ? Vio . Of Mealine ; Sebaftian was my father ; Such a Sebaftian was my brother too ...
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Page 103 - 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.
Page 394 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 258 - 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.
Page 142 - 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.