The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I spoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! not helping , death's my fee But if I help , what do you promife me ? King . ( 14 ) Make thy demand . Hels ( 13 ) ...
... death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I spoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! not helping , death's my fee But if I help , what do you promife me ? King . ( 14 ) Make thy demand . Hels ( 13 ) ...
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... death , - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is , indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you fhall read it in , what do you call there- Laf . A fhewing ...
... death , - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is , indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you fhall read it in , what do you call there- Laf . A fhewing ...
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... death fit on thy cheek for ever , " We'll ne'er come there again , King . Make choice , and fee , Who huns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to imperial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
... death fit on thy cheek for ever , " We'll ne'er come there again , King . Make choice , and fee , Who huns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to imperial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
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... death was fo effected . Better ' twere , I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp constraint of hunger : better ' twere , That all the miferies , which Nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Rousillon , Whence ...
... death was fo effected . Better ' twere , I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp constraint of hunger : better ' twere , That all the miferies , which Nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Rousillon , Whence ...
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... death and danger dog the heels of worth .. He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp flings are in her mildest words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
... death and danger dog the heels of worth .. He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp flings are in her mildest words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
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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.