The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... fear of Got in a riot ; the Council , look you , fhall defire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a riot ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again , the sword fhould end it . Eva . It is ...
... fear of Got in a riot ; the Council , look you , fhall defire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a riot ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again , the sword fhould end it . Eva . It is ...
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... fear of God , and not with drunken knaves . Eva . So Got ' udge me , that is a virtuous mind . Fal . You hear all thefe matters denied , gentlemen ; you hear it . Enter Miftrefs ANNE PAGE with wine ; Mistress FORD and Miftrefs PAGE ...
... fear of God , and not with drunken knaves . Eva . So Got ' udge me , that is a virtuous mind . Fal . You hear all thefe matters denied , gentlemen ; you hear it . Enter Miftrefs ANNE PAGE with wine ; Mistress FORD and Miftrefs PAGE ...
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... fear of heaven on the left hand , and hiding mine honour in my neceflity , am fain to fhuffle , to hedge , and to lurch ; and yet you , rogue , will enfconce your rags , your cat - a - mountain looks , your red - lattice phrafes , and ...
... fear of heaven on the left hand , and hiding mine honour in my neceflity , am fain to fhuffle , to hedge , and to lurch ; and yet you , rogue , will enfconce your rags , your cat - a - mountain looks , your red - lattice phrafes , and ...
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... fimple - time ; I cannot ; but I love thee ; none but thee ; and thou defer- veft it . Mrs. Ford . Do not betray me , fir ; I fear you love mif- trefs Page . Fal Fal . Thou might'ft as well fay , I love Act 111 51 OF WINDSOR ,
... fimple - time ; I cannot ; but I love thee ; none but thee ; and thou defer- veft it . Mrs. Ford . Do not betray me , fir ; I fear you love mif- trefs Page . Fal Fal . Thou might'ft as well fay , I love Act 111 51 OF WINDSOR ,
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... fear not mine own fhame , fo much as his peril : I had rather than a thousand pound , he were out of the house . Mrs. Page . For shame , never stand you had rather , and you had rather ; your husband's here at hand , bethink you of fome ...
... fear not mine own fhame , fo much as his peril : I had rather than a thousand pound , he were out of the house . Mrs. Page . For shame , never stand you had rather , and you had rather ; your husband's here at hand , bethink you of fome ...
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Page 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Page 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 1 - 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.