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... Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that cares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he'st my drudge ; he , that comforts my wife ...
... Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that cares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he'st my drudge ; he , that comforts my wife ...
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... Madam , which is a purifying o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman , if I were the parfon ; one in ten , quoth a ! an we might have a good woman born but every ...
... Madam , which is a purifying o ' th ' fong : would , God would ferve the world for all the year ! we'd find no fault with the tithe - woman , if I were the parfon ; one in ten , quoth a ! an we might have a good woman born but every ...
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... Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel Mine honourable mistrefs . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought , you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay ...
... Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel Mine honourable mistrefs . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought , you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay ...
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... Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble miftrefs . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , ' ( 9 ) Now I fee The myfry of your ...
... Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble miftrefs . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , ' ( 9 ) Now I fee The myfry of your ...
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... Madam , Let not your hate incounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chately , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both ...
... Madam , Let not your hate incounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chately , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both ...
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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.