The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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Adr . His company must do his minions grace , Whilst I at home starve for a merry look . Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it : Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?
Adr . His company must do his minions grace , Whilst I at home starve for a merry look . Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it : Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?
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Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ; more than earth divine .
Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ; more than earth divine .
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She , that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But ...
She , that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But ...
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Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and prayers Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at ...
Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and prayers Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at ...
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Adr . May it please your grace , Antipholus , my husband , Whom I made lord of me and all I had , At your important letters , -- this ill day A most outrageous fit of madness took him ; That desperately he hurried through the street ...
Adr . May it please your grace , Antipholus , my husband , Whom I made lord of me and all I had , At your important letters , -- this ill day A most outrageous fit of madness took him ; That desperately he hurried through the street ...
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Page 262 - 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.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
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Page 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
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