The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Tell me thy reafon why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he muft needs go , that the de- vil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I ...
... Tell me thy reafon why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he muft needs go , that the de- vil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I ...
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... tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) Why the Grecians facked Troy ? Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , ( 4 ) Was this fair Face the Caufe , quoth ...
... tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) Why the Grecians facked Troy ? Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , ( 4 ) Was this fair Face the Caufe , quoth ...
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... tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis fo . For , look , thy cheeks Confefs it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they fpeak it : only fin And hellish obstinacy tie thy ...
... tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis fo . For , look , thy cheeks Confefs it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they fpeak it : only fin And hellish obstinacy tie thy ...
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... tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by Grace it felf , I swear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that ...
... tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by Grace it felf , I swear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that ...
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... tell her , fhe is thine : to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy estate , A balance more repleat . Ber . I take her hand .. King . Good fortune , and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract ; whofe ceremony Shall feem ...
... tell her , fhe is thine : to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy estate , A balance more repleat . Ber . I take her hand .. King . Good fortune , and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract ; whofe ceremony Shall feem ...
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Page 246 - 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 376 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 133 - 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 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 97 - 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.