The Works of Shakespeare, Том 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... pray you , leave me ; ftal this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
... pray you , leave me ; ftal this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . K3 ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . K3 ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir thick , thick , fpare not me . B ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir thick , thick , fpare not me . B ...
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... pray you . Come , Sirrah . Enter Lafeu and Bertram . [ Exit Parolles , [ To Clown . [ Exeunt Laf . But , I hope , your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his ...
... pray you . Come , Sirrah . Enter Lafeu and Bertram . [ Exit Parolles , [ To Clown . [ Exeunt Laf . But , I hope , your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his ...
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... pray you , make us friends , Î will purfue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir .. Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . O , I know him well ; I , Sir , he , Sir's , a good workman ...
... pray you , make us friends , Î will purfue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir .. Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . O , I know him well ; I , Sir , he , Sir's , a good workman ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.