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... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitternefs ( 4 ) Were in him , pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at ...
... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitternefs ( 4 ) Were in him , pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at ...
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... ἔρχεσθαι ημέρας . But to be prais'd with honour , is a tribute That must be paid us from another's tongue . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in 3 Cla ALL's well , that ENDS well . 15 and make foul the clearnefs of our defervings, when ...
... ἔρχεσθαι ημέρας . But to be prais'd with honour , is a tribute That must be paid us from another's tongue . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in 3 Cla ALL's well , that ENDS well . 15 and make foul the clearnefs of our defervings, when ...
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... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
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... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chately , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whofe state is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chately , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whofe state is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
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... Honour By th ' luckiest stars in 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 ...
... Honour By th ' luckiest stars in 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 ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis beft blood Bohemia call'd Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firft fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband i'th Illyria John kifs King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf o'th paffage pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe yourſelf
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.