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Bene , O God , sir , here ' s a dish I love not ; I cannot endure my lady Tongue . [
Exit . D . Pedro . Come , lady , come ; you have lost the heart of signior Benedick .
Beat . Indeed , my lord , he lent it me a while ; and I gave him use for it , a double
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Bene , O God , sir , here ' s a dish I love not ; I cannot endure my lady Tongue . [
Exit . D . Pedro . Come , lady , come ; you have lost the heart of signior Benedick .
Beat . Indeed , my lord , he lent it me a while ; and I gave him use for it , a double
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In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool ,
it keeps on the windy side of care : - My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in
her heart . Claud And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for alliance !
In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool ,
it keeps on the windy side of care : - My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in
her heart . Claud And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for alliance !
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From my lord to my lady . Prin . From which lord , to which lady ? Cost . From my
lord Biron , a good master of mine , To a lady of France , that he call ' d Rosaline .
Prin . Thou hast mistaken his letter . - Come , lords . away . - 9 Here , sweet , put ...
From my lord to my lady . Prin . From which lord , to which lady ? Cost . From my
lord Biron , a good master of mine , To a lady of France , that he call ' d Rosaline .
Prin . Thou hast mistaken his letter . - Come , lords . away . - 9 Here , sweet , put ...
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William Shakespeare. Lord . Thou art a lord , and nothing but a lord : Thou hast a
lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the
tears that she hath shed for thee , Like envious floods o ' er - ran her lovely face ...
William Shakespeare. Lord . Thou art a lord , and nothing but a lord : Thou hast a
lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the
tears that she hath shed for thee , Like envious floods o ' er - ran her lovely face ...
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If my lady have not called up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of
doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady ' s a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio
' s a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ...
If my lady have not called up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of
doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady ' s a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio
' s a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ...
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Seite 35 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 139 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Seite 22 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 35 - Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd...
Seite 181 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.