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Pagina 7
[ Exeunt Ber . and Laf . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more ; Than those I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination ( a ) If the living be ...
[ Exeunt Ber . and Laf . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more ; Than those I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination ( a ) If the living be ...
Pagina 14
... Flourish , Exeunt . 1 SCENE changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward and Clown . Count . I : Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content ...
... Flourish , Exeunt . 1 SCENE changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward and Clown . Count . I : Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content ...
Pagina 23
I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and he fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT XX ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France ALL's well , that ENDS ...
I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and he fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT XX ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France ALL's well , that ENDS ...
Pagina 26
Stay ; the King- [ Exeunt Lords : Par . Ufe a moft fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu ; be more expreffive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time ...
Stay ; the King- [ Exeunt Lords : Par . Ufe a moft fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu ; be more expreffive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time ...
Pagina 31
... not be more to truft :) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , -but reft Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted bleft . Give me fome help here , hoa ! if thou proceed As high as word , my deed fhall match thy deed . [ Exeunt .
... not be more to truft :) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , -but reft Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted bleft . Give me fome help here , hoa ! if thou proceed As high as word , my deed fhall match thy deed . [ Exeunt .
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1740 |
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 396 - 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.
Pagina 260 - 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.
Pagina 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.