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Pagina 19
... Lady ; fortune was no gbodefs , the said , for one reafon ; love no god , for another ; what could the cher more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the text ? Diana no Queen of virgins , that would suffer ber poor Khight to ...
... Lady ; fortune was no gbodefs , the said , for one reafon ; love no god , for another ; what could the cher more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the text ? Diana no Queen of virgins , that would suffer ber poor Khight to ...
Pagina 44
... Lady . Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them till . O , my knave , how does my old Lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles ...
... Lady . Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them till . O , my knave , how does my old Lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles ...
Pagina 46
... his Almaine leap into a custard , Shall make my Lady Mayorefs and her fifters Laugh all their hoods over their fhoulders . Devil's an Afs , A & I , Sc . I. of of me , there can be no kernel in this 46 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
... his Almaine leap into a custard , Shall make my Lady Mayorefs and her fifters Laugh all their hoods over their fhoulders . Devil's an Afs , A & I , Sc . I. of of me , there can be no kernel in this 46 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
Pagina 51
... Lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madain , if he run away ...
... Lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madain , if he run away ...
Pagina 52
... Lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. ( 27 ) Indeed , good Lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
... Lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. ( 27 ) Indeed , good Lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
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Populaire passages
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 394 - 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 258 - 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.