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Pagina 5
... ftand . Wanted and Abundance are the oppofites to one another ; but how is lack a contrast to fir up ? The addition of a fingle letter gives it , and the very fenfe requires it . Mr. Warburton . A 3 Count . Count . What hope is there of ...
... ftand . Wanted and Abundance are the oppofites to one another ; but how is lack a contrast to fir up ? The addition of a fingle letter gives it , and the very fenfe requires it . Mr. Warburton . A 3 Count . Count . What hope is there of ...
Pagina 9
... ftand for't a little , though therefore I die a virgin . Par . There's little can be faid in't ; ' tis against the rule of nature . To fpeak on the part of virginity , is to accufe your mother ; which is most infallible dif obedience ...
... ftand for't a little , though therefore I die a virgin . Par . There's little can be faid in't ; ' tis against the rule of nature . To fpeak on the part of virginity , is to accufe your mother ; which is most infallible dif obedience ...
Pagina 11
... ftand what advice fhall thruft upon thee ; elfe thou , dieft in thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away ; farewel . When thou haft leisure ,. fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a ...
... ftand what advice fhall thruft upon thee ; elfe thou , dieft in thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away ; farewel . When thou haft leisure ,. fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a ...
Pagina 12
... ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord ...
... ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord ...
Pagina 25
... ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , " Till honour be bought up , and no fword worn But one to dance with ? by heav'n , I'll steal away . 1 ...
... ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , " Till honour be bought up , and no fword worn But one to dance with ? by heav'n , I'll steal away . 1 ...
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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.