The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Dear Celia , I how more mirth than I am miftrefs and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . of ; Cel . Herein I fee thou ...
... Dear Celia , I how more mirth than I am miftrefs and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . of ; Cel . Herein I fee thou ...
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... dear Rofe , be merry . Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel . Marry , I pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal ; but love no man in good earneft , nor no further in ...
... dear Rofe , be merry . Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel . Marry , I pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal ; but love no man in good earneft , nor no further in ...
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... dear uncle , Never fo much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness . Duke . Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did confift in words , B 3 They They are as innocent as grace it felf : Let As You Like it . 17.
... dear uncle , Never fo much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness . Duke . Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did confift in words , B 3 They They are as innocent as grace it felf : Let As You Like it . 17.
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... Dear Sovereign , hear me fpeak . Duke . Ay , Celia , we but ftaid her for your fake , Elfe had fhe with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure , and your own remorfe ; I was too ...
... Dear Sovereign , hear me fpeak . Duke . Ay , Celia , we but ftaid her for your fake , Elfe had fhe with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure , and your own remorfe ; I was too ...
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... Dear mafter , I can go no further ; O , I die for food ! here lye I down , and meafure out my grave . Farewel , kind mafter . Orla . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? live a little , comfort a little , cheer thy felf a ...
... Dear mafter , I can go no further ; O , I die for food ! here lye I down , and meafure out my grave . Farewel , kind mafter . Orla . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? live a little , comfort a little , cheer thy felf a ...
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Page 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...