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... mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave To stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
... mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave To stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
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... mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) Why the Grecians facked Troy ? Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , ( 4 ) Was this fair Face the Caufe , quoth She , Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing Was ...
... mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ( 4 ) Why the Grecians facked Troy ? Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , ( 4 ) Was this fair Face the Caufe , quoth She , Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing Was ...
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... Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ;; God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ! what , pale again ? My My fear hath catch'd your fondness . - Now I All's well , that Ends well .
... Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ;; God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ! what , pale again ? My My fear hath catch'd your fondness . - Now I All's well , that Ends well .
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... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in Court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss ...
... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in Court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss ...
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... means , " You shall find one Captain " Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek , a Mark " of War that my Sword gave him . ” VOL . III . B King King . I would , had ; fo I had All's well , that Ends well . 25.
... means , " You shall find one Captain " Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek , a Mark " of War that my Sword gave him . ” VOL . III . B King King . I would , had ; fo I had All's well , that Ends well . 25.
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Seite 246 - 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.
Seite 376 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 133 - 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.
Seite 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 97 - 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.