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Pagina 58
... Lady . Dia . There is a Gentleman , that ferves the Count , Reports but coarfely of her . Hel . What's his name ? Dia . Monfieur Parolles . Hel . Oh , I believe with him , In argument of praife , or to the worth Of the great Count ...
... Lady . Dia . There is a Gentleman , that ferves the Count , Reports but coarfely of her . Hel . What's his name ? Dia . Monfieur Parolles . Hel . Oh , I believe with him , In argument of praife , or to the worth Of the great Count ...
Pagina 59
... Lady , I'd poifon that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack - an - apes with scarfs . Why is he me- lancholy ? Hel . Perchance , he's hurt i ' th ' battle . Par . Lofe our drum well.- Mar. He's fhrewdly vex'd at something ...
... Lady , I'd poifon that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack - an - apes with scarfs . Why is he me- lancholy ? Hel . Perchance , he's hurt i ' th ' battle . Par . Lofe our drum well.- Mar. He's fhrewdly vex'd at something ...
Pagina 71
... Lady . 2 Lord . Efpecially , he hath incurr'd the everlasting displeasure of the King , who had even tun'd his bounty to fing happiness to him . I will tell you a thing , but you fhall let it dwell darkly with you . 1 Lord . When you ...
... Lady . 2 Lord . Efpecially , he hath incurr'd the everlasting displeasure of the King , who had even tun'd his bounty to fing happiness to him . I will tell you a thing , but you fhall let it dwell darkly with you . 1 Lord . When you ...
Pagina 73
... lady mother , I am returning ; entertain'd my convoy ; and , between these main parcels of difpatch , effected many nicer needs : the laft was the greateft , but that I have not ended yet . 2 Lord . If the bufinefs be of any difficulty ...
... lady mother , I am returning ; entertain'd my convoy ; and , between these main parcels of difpatch , effected many nicer needs : the laft was the greateft , but that I have not ended yet . 2 Lord . If the bufinefs be of any difficulty ...
Pagina 82
... Lady , ' twas a good Lady . We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave ...
... Lady , ' twas a good Lady . We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave ...
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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.