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Pagina 28
... look like ; but fuch traitors His Majefty feldom fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , do's your bufinefs follow us Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was ...
... look like ; but fuch traitors His Majefty feldom fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit . King . Now , fair one , do's your bufinefs follow us Hel . Ay , my good Lord . Gerard de Narbon was ...
Pagina 41
... look through thee . Give me thy hand . Par . My Lord , you give me most egregious indignity . Laf . Ay , with all my heart , and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my Lord , deferv'd it . Laf . Yes , good faith , ev'ry dram of ...
... look through thee . Give me thy hand . Par . My Lord , you give me most egregious indignity . Laf . Ay , with all my heart , and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my Lord , deferv'd it . Laf . Yes , good faith , ev'ry dram of ...
Pagina 50
... look upon his boot , and fing mend his ruff , and fing ; afk queftions , and fing ; pick his teeth , and fing . I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy , fold a goodly manor for a fong . to come . Count . Let me fee what he ...
... look upon his boot , and fing mend his ruff , and fing ; afk queftions , and fing ; pick his teeth , and fing . I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy , fold a goodly manor for a fong . to come . Count . Let me fee what he ...
Pagina 51
... Look on his letter , Madam ; here's my paff- port . When thou canst get the ring upon my finger , which ne- ver fhall come off ; and fhew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me bufband : but in fuch a then I ...
... Look on his letter , Madam ; here's my paff- port . When thou canst get the ring upon my finger , which ne- ver fhall come off ; and fhew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me bufband : but in fuch a then I ...
Pagina 57
... Look , here comes a Pilgrim ; I know , he will lie at my houfe ; thither they fend one another ; I'll question her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St. Jacques le Grand . Where do the Palmers lodge , I do ...
... Look , here comes a Pilgrim ; I know , he will lie at my houfe ; thither they fend one another ; I'll question her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St. Jacques le Grand . Where do the Palmers lodge , I do ...
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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 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.