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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... child.- Pedro . You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are , being a man . Truly the lady fathers herfelf ; be happy , Lady , for you are like an honourable father . Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , fhe ...
... child.- Pedro . You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are , being a man . Truly the lady fathers herfelf ; be happy , Lady , for you are like an honourable father . Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , fhe ...
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... child but Hero , fhe's his only heir : Doft thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my Lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I looked upon her with a foldier's eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in hand Than to drive ...
... child but Hero , fhe's his only heir : Doft thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my Lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I looked upon her with a foldier's eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in hand Than to drive ...
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... child his new coat , and forbi dhim to wear it . I will only be bold with Benedick for his company : for , from the crown of his head to the fole of his foot , he is all mirth ; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow- ftring , and the ...
... child his new coat , and forbi dhim to wear it . I will only be bold with Benedick for his company : for , from the crown of his head to the fole of his foot , he is all mirth ; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow- ftring , and the ...
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... child cry in the night , you must call to the nurfe and bid her still it . 2 Watch . How if the nurfe be afleep , and will not hear us ? Dogb . Why , then depart in peace , and let the child wake her with crying : for the ewe that will ...
... child cry in the night , you must call to the nurfe and bid her still it . 2 Watch . How if the nurfe be afleep , and will not hear us ? Dogb . Why , then depart in peace , and let the child wake her with crying : for the ewe that will ...
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... child . Hero . O God defend me , how am I befet ! What kind of catechizing call you this ? Claud . To make you answer truly to your name . Hero . Is it not Hero ? who can blot that name With any juft reproach ? Claud . Marry , that can ...
... child . Hero . O God defend me , how am I befet ! What kind of catechizing call you this ? Claud . To make you answer truly to your name . Hero . Is it not Hero ? who can blot that name With any juft reproach ? Claud . Marry , that can ...
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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.