The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volumes 11-12 |
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... never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot of ...
... never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot of ...
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... never shall . thousand of these letters , writ with blank space fo different names , ( sure more , ) and these are ... never have boar ed me in this fury . Mrs. Ford . Boarding , call you it ? I'll be su to keep him above deck . Mrs ...
... never shall . thousand of these letters , writ with blank space fo different names , ( sure more , ) and these are ... never have boar ed me in this fury . Mrs. Ford . Boarding , call you it ? I'll be su to keep him above deck . Mrs ...
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... never have brough her to such a canary . Yet there has been knight and lords , and gentlemen , with their coaches ; warrant you , coach after coach , letter after lette gift after gift ; smelling so sweetly , ( all musk ) an so rushling ...
... never have brough her to such a canary . Yet there has been knight and lords , and gentlemen , with their coaches ; warrant you , coach after coach , letter after lette gift after gift ; smelling so sweetly , ( all musk ) an so rushling ...
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... Never . Fal . Have you importuned her to such a pur- pose ? Ford . Never . Fal . Of what quality was your love then ? Ford . Like a fair house , built upon another man's ground ; so that I have lost my edifice , by mistak- ing the place ...
... Never . Fal . Have you importuned her to such a pur- pose ? Ford . Never . Fal . Of what quality was your love then ? Ford . Like a fair house , built upon another man's ground ; so that I have lost my edifice , by mistak- ing the place ...
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... never , I Doth all the winter time , at still midnight , Walk round about an oak , with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree , and takes the cattle ; And makes milch - kine yield blood , and shakes a In a most hideous and ...
... never , I Doth all the winter time , at still midnight , Walk round about an oak , with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree , and takes the cattle ; And makes milch - kine yield blood , and shakes a In a most hideous and ...
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Page 135 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 386 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 157 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 210 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern...
Page 322 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...