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... King is render'd loft . Count . This was your motive for Paris , was it , fpeak ? Hel . My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been ...
... King is render'd loft . Count . This was your motive for Paris , was it , fpeak ? Hel . My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been ...
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... King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice ...
... King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish Cornets . KING . Arewel , young Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice ...
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... King . Thofe girls of Italy , take heed of them ; They fay , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King , Farewel . Come hither to me ...
... King . Thofe girls of Italy , take heed of them ; They fay , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King , Farewel . Come hither to me ...
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... king good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . ( 11 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very sword en- trench'd it ...
... king good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . ( 11 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very sword en- trench'd it ...
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... King Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , Doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her : now , by my faith and honour , If ...
... King Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , Doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her : now , by my faith and honour , If ...
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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.