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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... falfe dice , therefore your Grace may well fay , I have loft it . Pedro . You have put him down , Lady , you have put him down . Beat . So I would not he fhould do me , my Lord , left I fhould prove the mother of fools : I have brought ...
... falfe dice , therefore your Grace may well fay , I have loft it . Pedro . You have put him down , Lady , you have put him down . Beat . So I would not he fhould do me , my Lord , left I fhould prove the mother of fools : I have brought ...
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... falfe fweet bait that we lay for it.- [ thing No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know her fpirits are as coy and wild , As haggards of the rock . Urfu . But are you fure That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So ...
... falfe fweet bait that we lay for it.- [ thing No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know her fpirits are as coy and wild , As haggards of the rock . Urfu . But are you fure That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So ...
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... falfe gallop . Urfu . Madam , withdraw ; the Prince , the Count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church . Hero . Help to drefs me , good coz , good Meg , good Urfula . [ Exeunt ...
... falfe gallop . Urfu . Madam , withdraw ; the Prince , the Count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church . Hero . Help to drefs me , good coz , good Meg , good Urfula . [ Exeunt ...
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... falfe knaves , and it will go near to be thought so shortly ; how anfwer you for yourfelves ? Conr . Marry , Sir , we fay we are none . To . Cl . A tnarvelous witty fellow I affure you , but I will go about with him . Come you hither ...
... falfe knaves , and it will go near to be thought so shortly ; how anfwer you for yourfelves ? Conr . Marry , Sir , we fay we are none . To . Cl . A tnarvelous witty fellow I affure you , but I will go about with him . Come you hither ...
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... falfe quarrel there is no true valour . I came to feek you both . Claud . We have been up and down to feek thee ; for we are high proof melancholy , and would fain have it beaten away : wilt thou ufe thy wit ? Bene . It is in my ...
... falfe quarrel there is no true valour . I came to feek you both . Claud . We have been up and down to feek thee ; for we are high proof melancholy , and would fain have it beaten away : wilt thou ufe thy wit ? Bene . It is in my ...
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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.