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Pagina 8
But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way fool , folely a ...
But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way fool , folely a ...
Pagina 15
What does this knave here ? get you gone , firrah : the complaints , I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flowness that I do not , for , I know , you lack not folly to commit them , and have ability enough to make fuch ...
What does this knave here ? get you gone , firrah : the complaints , I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flowness that I do not , for , I know , you lack not folly to commit them , and have ability enough to make fuch ...
Pagina 16
Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon .. Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would fpeak with her , Helen I mean . Clo .
Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon .. Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would fpeak with her , Helen I mean . Clo .
Pagina 18
You'll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you . Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no . puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the ...
You'll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you . Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no . puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the ...
Pagina 46
Is the gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . Afide to Parolles , Ber . I have writ my letters , cafketed my treafure , given order for our horfes ; and to - night , when I fhould ...
Is the gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . Afide to Parolles , Ber . I have writ my letters , cafketed my treafure , given order for our horfes ; and to - night , when I fhould ...
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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 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Uitgever | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 4 jan 2007 |
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