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... hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand . Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore ...
... hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand . Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore ...
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... hand . Mar. Go shake your ears . [ Exit . Sir And . ' Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a - hungry , to challenge him the field , and then to break pro- mise with him , and make a fool of him . Sir To . Do't , knight : I'll ...
... hand . Mar. Go shake your ears . [ Exit . Sir And . ' Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a - hungry , to challenge him the field , and then to break pro- mise with him , and make a fool of him . Sir To . Do't , knight : I'll ...
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... hand to him thus , quenching my fa- miliar smile with an austere regard of control , — Sir To . And does not Toby take you a blow o ' the lips then ? Mal . Saying , " Cousin Toby , my fortunes having cast me on your niece , give me this ...
... hand to him thus , quenching my fa- miliar smile with an austere regard of control , — Sir To . And does not Toby take you a blow o ' the lips then ? Mal . Saying , " Cousin Toby , my fortunes having cast me on your niece , give me this ...
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... hand . Sir And . Her C's , her U's , and her T's : why that ? Mal . [ reads ] " To the unknown beloved , this , and my good wishes : " her very phrases ! -By your leave , wax . - Soft ! —and the impressure her Lucrece , with which she ...
... hand . Sir And . Her C's , her U's , and her T's : why that ? Mal . [ reads ] " To the unknown beloved , this , and my good wishes : " her very phrases ! -By your leave , wax . - Soft ! —and the impressure her Lucrece , with which she ...
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... hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : some are born ( 24 ) great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon ' em . Thy Fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit ...
... hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : some are born ( 24 ) great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon ' em . Thy Fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit ...
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Page 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Page 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.