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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... Grace : for trouble being gone , com → fort fhould remain ; but when you depart from me , forrow abides , and happinefs takes his leave . Pedro . You embrace your charge too willingly . I think this is your daughter . Leon . Her mother ...
... Grace : for trouble being gone , com → fort fhould remain ; but when you depart from me , forrow abides , and happinefs takes his leave . Pedro . You embrace your charge too willingly . I think this is your daughter . Leon . Her mother ...
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... Grace lead on ? Pedro . Your hand , Leonato , we will go together . [ Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is ...
... Grace lead on ? Pedro . Your hand , Leonato , we will go together . [ Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is ...
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... here , that you followed not to Leonato's house ? Bene . I would your Grace would constrain me ' to tell . Pedro . I charge thee on thy allegiance . VOL . III . B Bene . You hear , Count Claudio , I can ABOUT NOTHING . 13.
... here , that you followed not to Leonato's house ? Bene . I would your Grace would constrain me ' to tell . Pedro . I charge thee on thy allegiance . VOL . III . B Bene . You hear , Count Claudio , I can ABOUT NOTHING . 13.
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... Grace's part : : mark how fhort his answer is , with Hero , Leonato's fhort daughter . + Claud . If this were fo , fo were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ; but , indeed , God forbid it ...
... Grace's part : : mark how fhort his answer is , with Hero , Leonato's fhort daughter . + Claud . If this were fo , fo were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ; but , indeed , God forbid it ...
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... grace , where it is impoffible you fhould take root , but by the fair weather that you make yourself ; it is needful that you frame the feafon for your own harvest . John . I had rather be a canker in a hedge , than a rofe in his grace ...
... grace , where it is impoffible you fhould take root , but by the fair weather that you make yourself ; it is needful that you frame the feafon for your own harvest . John . I had rather be a canker in a hedge , than a rofe in his grace ...
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.