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Pagina 23
... heav'n ; and , would But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's care , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou ...
... heav'n ; and , would But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's care , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou ...
Pagina 25
... heav'n , I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count .. 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body , 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain . Pope by ...
... heav'n , I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count .. 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body , 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain . Pope by ...
Pagina 29
... heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim , But know I think , and think I know ...
... heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim , But know I think , and think I know ...
Pagina 31
... heav'n . Hel . Then fhalt thou give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any ...
... heav'n . Hel . Then fhalt thou give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any ...
Pagina 34
... heav'n . Par . Ay , fo I fay . Lef . In a most weak- ( 16 ) Why , your dolphin is not luftier : ] I have thought it very pre- bable , that , as ' tis a French man fpeaks , and as ' tis the French King - he is fpeaking of , the poet ...
... heav'n . Par . Ay , fo I fay . Lef . In a most weak- ( 16 ) Why , your dolphin is not luftier : ] I have thought it very pre- bable , that , as ' tis a French man fpeaks , and as ' tis the French King - he is fpeaking of , the poet ...
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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.