The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 41
... faith , ev'ry dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , 1 fhall be wifer- Laf . Ev'n as foon as thou can't , for thou haft to pull at a fmack o ' th ' contrary . If ever thou beeft . bound in thy fcarf and beaten ...
... faith , ev'ry dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , 1 fhall be wifer- Laf . Ev'n as foon as thou can't , for thou haft to pull at a fmack o ' th ' contrary . If ever thou beeft . bound in thy fcarf and beaten ...
Page 44
... faith , and well fed .. Madam , my Lord will go away to - night , ferious bufinefs calls on him . A very The great prerogative and rite of love , Which , as your due , time claims , he does acknowledge ; But puts it off by a compell'd ...
... faith , and well fed .. Madam , my Lord will go away to - night , ferious bufinefs calls on him . A very The great prerogative and rite of love , Which , as your due , time claims , he does acknowledge ; But puts it off by a compell'd ...
Page 48
... faith , yes ; — Strangers and foes do funder , and not kifs . Ber . I pray you , ftay not ; but in hafte to horse . Hel . ( 26 ) I fhall not break your bidding , good my Lord : Where are my other men ? Monfieur , farewel . [ Exit . Ber ...
... faith , yes ; — Strangers and foes do funder , and not kifs . Ber . I pray you , ftay not ; but in hafte to horse . Hel . ( 26 ) I fhall not break your bidding , good my Lord : Where are my other men ? Monfieur , farewel . [ Exit . Ber ...
Page 67
... , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh , pray , pray , pray , Mancha ravancha dulche . Lard Lord . Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco . Int . The General ALL's well , that ENDS well . 67.
... , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh , pray , pray , pray , Mancha ravancha dulche . Lard Lord . Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco . Int . The General ALL's well , that ENDS well . 67.
Page 78
... Faith , Sir , h'as led the drum before the Eng- li tragedians to belie him , I will not ; and more of his foldierfhip I know not ; except in that country , he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile - end , to ...
... Faith , Sir , h'as led the drum before the Eng- li tragedians to belie him , I will not ; and more of his foldierfhip I know not ; except in that country , he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile - end , to ...
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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.
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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.