The Works of Shakespeare, Band 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... young French Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Sterward , 2 Clown , Servants to the Countess of Rouillon . Countess of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician ...
... young French Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Sterward , 2 Clown , Servants to the Countess of Rouillon . Countess of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician ...
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... young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it stretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of ...
... young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it stretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of ...
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... young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
... young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
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... young lords ; but they may jeft , ' Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpness , if there were , His ...
... young lords ; but they may jeft , ' Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpness , if there were , His ...
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... young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd ...
... young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd ...
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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.