The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... better for their fimpleness ; the derives her honesty , and atchieves her goodness . Laf . Your commendations , Madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the beft brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father ...
... better for their fimpleness ; the derives her honesty , and atchieves her goodness . Laf . Your commendations , Madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the beft brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father ...
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... better in your pye and your porridge , than in your cheek ; and your virginity , your old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly better ...
... better in your pye and your porridge , than in your cheek ; and your virginity , your old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly better ...
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... better , while I have a tooth in my head : why , ' he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre , is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go , call before me all the Lords in court . Sit , my preferver ...
... better , while I have a tooth in my head : why , ' he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre , is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go , call before me all the Lords in court . Sit , my preferver ...
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... better , if you please . Hel . My with receive , Which great Love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her if they were fons of mine , I'd have them whip'd , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel ...
... better , if you please . Hel . My with receive , Which great Love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her if they were fons of mine , I'd have them whip'd , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel ...
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... better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . [ Exit . Par . An idle Lord , I fwear . Ber . I think fe . Par . Why , do you know him ?. Ber . Yes , I do know him well , and common speech ...
... better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . [ Exit . Par . An idle Lord , I fwear . Ber . I think fe . Par . Why , do you know him ?. Ber . Yes , I do know him well , and common speech ...
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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.