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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... Thou thinkeft I am in fport ; I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this ...
... Thou thinkeft I am in fport ; I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this ...
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... Thou waft ever an obftinate heretic in the defpight of beauty . Claud . And 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 ...
... Thou waft ever an obftinate heretic in the defpight of beauty . Claud . And 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 ...
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... thou doft fall from this faith , thou wilt prove a notable argument . Bene . If I do , hang . me in a bottle like a cat , and shoot at me ; and he that hits me , let him be clapt on the shoulder , and called Adam . ( 3 ) ( 3 ) And be ...
... thou doft fall from this faith , thou wilt prove a notable argument . Bene . If I do , hang . me in a bottle like a cat , and shoot at me ; and he that hits me , let him be clapt on the shoulder , and called Adam . ( 3 ) ( 3 ) And be ...
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... thou wouldest be horn - mad . Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this thortly .... Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . Pedro . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the ...
... thou wouldest be horn - mad . Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this thortly .... Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . Pedro . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the ...
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... 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 shalt have her : was't not to this end That thou ...
... 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 shalt have her : was't not to this end That thou ...
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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.