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Pagina 14
... Count , [ Flourish , Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Counters's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward and Clown . Count . I # I Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content ...
... Count , [ Flourish , Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Counters's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward and Clown . Count . I # I Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content ...
Pagina 15
... Count . Well , Sir . Clo . No , Madam ; ' tis not fo well that I am poor , tho ' many of the rich are damn'd ; but if I have your Ladyfhip's good will to go to the world , woman and I will do as we may . Count . Wilt thou needs be a ...
... Count . Well , Sir . Clo . No , Madam ; ' tis not fo well that I am poor , tho ' many of the rich are damn'd ; but if I have your Ladyfhip's good will to go to the world , woman and I will do as we may . Count . Wilt thou needs be a ...
Pagina 16
... Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon .. Steru . 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 speak with her , Helen I mean . Clo ...
... Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon .. Steru . 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 speak with her , Helen I mean . Clo ...
Pagina 18
... Count . What , one good in ten ? You corrupt the fong , firrah . Clo . One good woman in ten , Madam , which is a purifying o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman ...
... Count . What , one good in ten ? You corrupt the fong , firrah . Clo . One good woman in ten , Madam , which is a purifying o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman ...
Pagina 19
... Count . You have difcharg'd this honeftly , keep it to yourfelf ; many likelihoods inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe nor mifdoubt ; pray you , leave me ; ftall this in ...
... Count . You have difcharg'd this honeftly , keep it to yourfelf ; many likelihoods inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe nor mifdoubt ; pray you , leave me ; ftall this in ...
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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 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.