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Pagina 13
Would , I were with him !, he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not live , ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the ...
Would , I were with him !, he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not live , ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the ...
Pagina 14
When it was out , ) let me not live ,. ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenses All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe ...
When it was out , ) let me not live ,. ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenses All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe ...
Pagina 20
My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
Pagina 24
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let ...
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let ...
Pagina 26
( 11 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very fword en- trench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and obferve his reports of me .
( 11 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very fword en- trench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and obferve his reports of me .
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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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