The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you muft not learn me how to remember ordinary pleasure . any extra- Cel . Herein , I see ...
... Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you muft not learn me how to remember ordinary pleasure . any extra- Cel . Herein , I see ...
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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 consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself : Let it fuffice thee , that I trust thee not ...
... dear Uncle , Never fo much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness . Duke . Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself : Let it fuffice thee , that I trust thee not ...
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... Dear Sovereign , hear me speak . Duke . Ay , Celia , we but ftaid her for your fake ; Elfe had the with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her ftay ; It was your pleasure , and your own remorse ; I was too ...
... Dear Sovereign , hear me speak . Duke . Ay , Celia , we but ftaid her for your fake ; Elfe had the with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her ftay ; It was your pleasure , and your own remorse ; I was too ...
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... dear Phebe , If ever ( as that ever may be near ) eyes You meet in fome fresh cheek * the power of fancy , Then fhall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phebe . But ' till that time , Come not thou near me ...
... dear Phebe , If ever ( as that ever may be near ) eyes You meet in fome fresh cheek * the power of fancy , Then fhall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phebe . But ' till that time , Come not thou near me ...
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... dear Rofalind ! Jaq . Nay , then God b'w'y you , an you talk in blank verfe . Rof . FAR SCENE II . [ Exit . AREWEL , monfieur traveller ; look , you lifp , and wear strange fuits ; difable all the benefits of your own Country ; be out ...
... dear Rofalind ! Jaq . Nay , then God b'w'y you , an you talk in blank verfe . Rof . FAR SCENE II . [ Exit . AREWEL , monfieur traveller ; look , you lifp , and wear strange fuits ; difable all the benefits of your own Country ; be out ...
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Page 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 304 - 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.
Page 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.