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Pagina 6
He hath abandon'd his Phyficians , Madam , under whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young Gentlewoman had a Father ...
He hath abandon'd his Phyficians , Madam , under whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young Gentlewoman had a Father ...
Pagina 11
Impoffible be ftrange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Who ever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me ...
Impoffible be ftrange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Who ever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me ...
Pagina 12
He hath arm'd our answer ; And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : . Yet , for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave- To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ...
He hath arm'd our answer ; And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : . Yet , for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave- To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ...
Pagina 21
My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I fee ( 9 ) The myft'ry of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion ...
My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I fee ( 9 ) The myft'ry of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion ...
Pagina 27
Then here's a man ftands , that hath bought his pardon . I would , you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would , I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And afk'd thee mercy for't ...
Then here's a man ftands , that hath bought his pardon . I would , you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would , I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And afk'd thee mercy for't ...
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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.
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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