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... Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a grofs lowt , a mindless flave , Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil , Inclining to them both : were my wife's liver Infected , as her life ...
... Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a grofs lowt , a mindless flave , Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil , Inclining to them both : were my wife's liver Infected , as her life ...
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... Camillo , muft have been mistakenly placed to him . It is a ftrange inftance of difrefpect and infolence in Camillo to his king and matter , to tell him that he has once lov'd him . - But fenfe and reason will eafily acquit our Poet ...
... Camillo , muft have been mistakenly placed to him . It is a ftrange inftance of difrefpect and infolence in Camillo to his king and matter , to tell him that he has once lov'd him . - But fenfe and reason will eafily acquit our Poet ...
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... Camillo . Cam . Hail , moft royal Sir ! Pol . What is the news i'th ' court ? Cam . None rare , my Lord . Pol . The King hath on him fuch a countenance , As he had loft fome province , and a region Lov'd , as he loves himself : even now ...
... Camillo . Cam . Hail , moft royal Sir ! Pol . What is the news i'th ' court ? Cam . None rare , my Lord . Pol . The King hath on him fuch a countenance , As he had loft fome province , and a region Lov'd , as he loves himself : even now ...
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... Camillo . Cam . I am appointed him to murder you . Pol . By whom , Camille ? Cam . By the King . Pol . For what ? Cam . He thinks , nay , with all confidence he fwears , As he had feen't , or been an inftrument 扁 To vice you to't ...
... Camillo . Cam . I am appointed him to murder you . Pol . By whom , Camille ? Cam . By the King . Pol . For what ? Cam . He thinks , nay , with all confidence he fwears , As he had feen't , or been an inftrument 扁 To vice you to't ...
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... Camillo , i . e . Sir , though you should proteft your innocence never so often , and call every ftar and faint in heaven to witness to your adjuration ; yet jealoufy is fo rooted in my mafter's bofom , that all you can say and fwear ...
... Camillo , i . e . Sir , though you should proteft your innocence never so often , and call every ftar and faint in heaven to witness to your adjuration ; yet jealoufy is fo rooted in my mafter's bofom , that all you can say and fwear ...
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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.