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How she holds up the neb,” the bill to him And arms her with the boldness of a
wife To her allowing husband Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head
and ears a forked one.” [Exeunt Poll., HER., and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play;-
thy ...
How she holds up the neb,” the bill to him And arms her with the boldness of a
wife To her allowing husband Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head
and ears a forked one.” [Exeunt Poll., HER., and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play;-
thy ...
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Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now ; And many a man there is, even at this
present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she
has been sluiced in his absence, And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by Sir
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Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now ; And many a man there is, even at this
present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she
has been sluiced in his absence, And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by Sir
...
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Hold your peaces. 1 Lord. . Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for
ourselves. You are abused, and by some putter-on, That will be damned for't; '
would I knew the villain, I would land-damn * him. Be she honor-flawed,— I have
three ...
Hold your peaces. 1 Lord. . Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for
ourselves. You are abused, and by some putter-on, That will be damned for't; '
would I knew the villain, I would land-damn * him. Be she honor-flawed,— I have
three ...
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As well as one so great, and so forlorn, May hold together. On her frights and
griefs (Which never tender lady hath borne greater) She is, something before her
time, delivered. Paul. A boy? o Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusty, and
like ...
As well as one so great, and so forlorn, May hold together. On her frights and
griefs (Which never tender lady hath borne greater) She is, something before her
time, delivered. Paul. A boy? o Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusty, and
like ...
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Let me see;—Every 'leven wether—tods;” every tod yields—pound and odd
shilling; fifteen hundred shorn,--what comes the wool to ? Aut. If the springe hold,
the cock's mine. [Aside. Clo. I cannot do't without counters.”—Let me see; what
am I ...
Let me see;—Every 'leven wether—tods;” every tod yields—pound and odd
shilling; fifteen hundred shorn,--what comes the wool to ? Aut. If the springe hold,
the cock's mine. [Aside. Clo. I cannot do't without counters.”—Let me see; what
am I ...
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.