The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman , if I were the parfon ; one in ten , quoth a ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing ftar , or at an ...
... o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman , if I were the parfon ; one in ten , quoth a ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing ftar , or at an ...
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... o ' th ' contrary . If ever thou beeft . bound in thy fcarf and beaten , thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage . I have a defire to hold my acquaintance with thee , or rather my know- ledge , that I may fay in the ...
... o ' th ' contrary . If ever thou beeft . bound in thy fcarf and beaten , thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage . I have a defire to hold my acquaintance with thee , or rather my know- ledge , that I may fay in the ...
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... o ' th ' King And make this hafte as your own good proceeding ; Strengthen'd with what apology , you think , May make it probable need . Hel . What more commands he ? Par . That having this obtain'd , you prefently Attend his further ...
... o ' th ' King And make this hafte as your own good proceeding ; Strengthen'd with what apology , you think , May make it probable need . Hel . What more commands he ? Par . That having this obtain'd , you prefently Attend his further ...
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... o ' th ' table , from new - nothing ; And take his Almaine leap into a custard , Shall make my Lady Mayorefs and her fifters Laugh all their hoods over their fhoulders . Devil's an Afs , A & I , Sc . I. of of me , there can be no kernel ...
... o ' th ' table , from new - nothing ; And take his Almaine leap into a custard , Shall make my Lady Mayorefs and her fifters Laugh all their hoods over their fhoulders . Devil's an Afs , A & I , Sc . I. of of me , there can be no kernel ...
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... o'th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ibels o'th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves money , with no ftomach . Count . What have we here ? Clo . E'en that you ...
... o'th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ibels o'th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves money , with no ftomach . Count . What have we here ? Clo . E'en that you ...
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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.