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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... never meet but there's a fkirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas ! he gets nothing by that . In our laft conflict four of his five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man governed with one : fo that if he have wit enough to ...
... never meet but there's a fkirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas ! he gets nothing by that . In our laft conflict four of his five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man governed with one : fo that if he have wit enough to ...
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... Never came trouble to my houfe in the likeness of your 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 ...
... Never came trouble to my houfe in the likeness of your 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 ...
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... never fee a bachelor of threefscore again ? Go to , i'faith , if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and figh a- way Sundays : Look , Don Pedro is returned to feek you . Re - enter Don PEDRO and Don JOHN ...
... never fee a bachelor of threefscore again ? Go to , i'faith , if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and figh a- way Sundays : Look , Don Pedro is returned to feek you . Re - enter Don PEDRO and Don JOHN ...
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... never could maintain his part , but in the force of his will . Bene . That a woman conceived me , I thank her ; that the brought me up , I likewife give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a re- cheate winded in my forehead ...
... never could maintain his part , but in the force of his will . Bene . That a woman conceived me , I thank her ; that the brought me up , I likewife give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a re- cheate winded in my forehead ...
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... never can fee him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition .... Beat . He were an excellent man that were made juft in the mid way between him and Benedick : the one is too like an image ...
... never can fee him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition .... Beat . He were an excellent man that were made juft in the mid way between him and Benedick : the one is too like an image ...
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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.