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 46
... fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the Prince , and my new - ' trothed lord . Urfu . And did they bid you tell her of it , Madam ? Hero . They did intreat me to acquaint her of it ; But I perfuaded them , if they loved Benedick , 46 MUCH A DO.
... fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the Prince , and my new - ' trothed lord . Urfu . And did they bid you tell her of it , Madam ? Hero . They did intreat me to acquaint her of it ; But I perfuaded them , if they loved Benedick , 46 MUCH A DO.
Page 49
... Madam , Hero . Indeed he hath an excellent good name . Urfu . His excellence did earn it ere he had it . When are you married , Madam ? Hero . Why , every day - to - morrow.Come , go in , I'll fhew thee fome attires , and have thy ...
... Madam , Hero . Indeed he hath an excellent good name . Urfu . His excellence did earn it ere he had it . When are you married , Madam ? Hero . Why , every day - to - morrow.Come , go in , I'll fhew thee fome attires , and have thy ...
Page 63
... Madam , withdraw ; the Prince , the Count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church . Hero . Help to drefs me , good coz , good Meg , good Urfula . [ Exeunt SCENE , another ...
... Madam , withdraw ; the Prince , the Count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church . Hero . Help to drefs me , good coz , good Meg , good Urfula . [ Exeunt SCENE , another ...
Page 95
... Madam , you must come to your uncle : yonder's old coil at home : it is proved my Lady Hero hath been falfely accufed , the Prince and Claudio mightily abused , and Don John is the au- thor of all , who is fled and gone ; will you come ...
... Madam , you must come to your uncle : yonder's old coil at home : it is proved my Lady Hero hath been falfely accufed , the Prince and Claudio mightily abused , and Don John is the au- thor of all , who is fled and gone ; will you come ...
Page 122
... Madam , fummon up your deareft fpirits ; Confider whom the King your father fends , To whom he fends , and what's his embaffy . Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To parley with the fole inheritor Of all perfections that a ...
... Madam , fummon up your deareft fpirits ; Confider whom the King your father fends , To whom he fends , and what's his embaffy . Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To parley with the fole inheritor Of all perfections that a ...
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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.