The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... she may be the better prepared for an- fwer , if peradventure this be true . , Go you and tell ber of it . Coufins , you know what you have to do . Several cross the fage here . ] 0 , 1 cry you mercy , friend , go you with me and I will ...
... she may be the better prepared for an- fwer , if peradventure this be true . , Go you and tell ber of it . Coufins , you know what you have to do . Several cross the fage here . ] 0 , 1 cry you mercy , friend , go you with me and I will ...
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... She cannot endure to hear tell of a huf . band . : Leon . O , by no means , fhe mocks all her wooers out of fuit . Pedro . She were an excellent wife for Benedick . Leon . O Lord , my Lord , if they were but a week married , they would ...
... She cannot endure to hear tell of a huf . band . : Leon . O , by no means , fhe mocks all her wooers out of fuit . Pedro . She were an excellent wife for Benedick . Leon . O Lord , my Lord , if they were but a week married , they would ...
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... she should fo doat on Signior Benedick , whom fhe hath in all outward behaviours feemed ever to abhor . Bene .. Is't poffible ? fits the wind in that corner ? [ Afide Leon . By my troth , my Lord , I cannot tell what to think of it ...
... she should fo doat on Signior Benedick , whom fhe hath in all outward behaviours feemed ever to abhor . Bene .. Is't poffible ? fits the wind in that corner ? [ Afide Leon . By my troth , my Lord , I cannot tell what to think of it ...
Página 41
... she never will ; that's her torment .. Claud . ' Tis true , indeed , fo your daughter fays : fhall I , fays the , that fo oft have encountered him with fcorn , write to him that I love him ?. Leon . This fays fhe now , when she is ...
... she never will ; that's her torment .. Claud . ' Tis true , indeed , fo your daughter fays : fhall I , fays the , that fo oft have encountered him with fcorn , write to him that I love him ?. Leon . This fays fhe now , when she is ...
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... she will die ere the make her love known ; and the will die i he woo her ,, rather than the will bate one breath of her accustomed croffnels . Pedro . She doth well : if the fhould make tender of her love , ' tis very poffible he'll ...
... she will die ere the make her love known ; and the will die i he woo her ,, rather than the will bate one breath of her accustomed croffnels . Pedro . She doth well : if the fhould make tender of her love , ' tis very poffible he'll ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Página 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Página 229 - 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.
Página 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.