The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Page 17
... Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the hearer with a book of words : If thou doit love fair Hero , cherith it ,, And I will break with her , and with her father ; And thou ...
... Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the hearer with a book of words : If thou doit love fair Hero , cherith it ,, And I will break with her , and with her father ; And thou ...
Page 22
... say , " Get you to heaven , Bea- " trice , get you to heaven , here's no place for you " maids " fo I deliver up my apes , and away to St Peter , for the heavens ; he fhews me where the bachelors fit , and there live we as merry as the ...
... say , " Get you to heaven , Bea- " trice , get you to heaven , here's no place for you " maids " fo I deliver up my apes , and away to St Peter , for the heavens ; he fhews me where the bachelors fit , and there live we as merry as the ...
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... say fo ? Hero . When I like your favour ; for God de- fend the lute fhould be like the cafe ! Pedro . ( 5 ) My vifor is Philemon's roof ; within the houfe is Jove . ( 5 ) My vifor is Philemon's roof , within the house is Love . ] Thus ...
... say fo ? Hero . When I like your favour ; for God de- fend the lute fhould be like the cafe ! Pedro . ( 5 ) My vifor is Philemon's roof ; within the houfe is Jove . ( 5 ) My vifor is Philemon's roof , within the house is Love . ] Thus ...
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... say . Beat . O , on my foul , my coufin is belyed . Bene . Lady , were you her bedfellow last night ? Beat . No , truly not ; although until last night I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow . [ made Leon . Confirmed , confirmed ! O ...
... say . Beat . O , on my foul , my coufin is belyed . Bene . Lady , were you her bedfellow last night ? Beat . No , truly not ; although until last night I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow . [ made Leon . Confirmed , confirmed ! O ...
Page 91
... say he wears a key in his ear , and a lock hanging by it , and borrows money in God's name , & c . ] There could not be a more agree- able ridicule upon the fashion , than the Conftable's defcant upon his own blunder . One of the most ...
... say he wears a key in his ear , and a lock hanging by it , and borrows money in God's name , & c . ] There could not be a more agree- able ridicule upon the fashion , than the Conftable's defcant upon his own blunder . One of the most ...
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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.