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Page 52
... Thou robb'st me of a moiety : he was my fon , But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gen. Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gen. Such is his noble purpofe ; and ...
... Thou robb'st me of a moiety : he was my fon , But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gen. Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gen. Such is his noble purpofe ; and ...
Page 54
... thou art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and Upon thy promising , fortune . [ credence Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength ; but yet We'll ftrive to hear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge ...
... thou art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and Upon thy promising , fortune . [ credence Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength ; but yet We'll ftrive to hear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge ...
Page 65
... Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy - woolfy haft thou to speak to us again ? Sol . Ev'n fuch as you speak to me . Lord . He must think us fome band of ftrangers ...
... Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy - woolfy haft thou to speak to us again ? Sol . Ev'n fuch as you speak to me . Lord . He must think us fome band of ftrangers ...
Page 68
... thou art , will lead thee on To gather from thee . Haply , thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life . " Par . Oh let me live , And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes ; nay , I'll speak that Which ...
... thou art , will lead thee on To gather from thee . Haply , thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life . " Par . Oh let me live , And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes ; nay , I'll speak that Which ...
Page 69
... thou art mine ; and ever My love , as it begins , fhall fo persevere . Dia . I fee , that men make hope in such affairs That we'll forfake ourselves . Give me that ring . Ber . I'll lend it thee , my dear , but have no power To give it ...
... thou art mine ; and ever My love , as it begins , fhall fo persevere . Dia . I fee , that men make hope in such affairs That we'll forfake ourselves . Give me that ring . Ber . I'll lend it thee , my dear , but have no power To give it ...
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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.