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His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good , that her education promises her ; difpofition , the inberits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean inind carries virtuous ...
His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good , that her education promises her ; difpofition , the inberits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean inind carries virtuous ...
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What heav'n more will , That thee may furnith , and my prayers plack down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; " Tis an unseason'd courtier , good my Lord ...
What heav'n more will , That thee may furnith , and my prayers plack down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; " Tis an unseason'd courtier , good my Lord ...
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HE Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue : A braving war . i Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our cousin ...
HE Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue : A braving war . i Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our cousin ...
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2 Lord , You're loved , Sir's They , that least lend it you , hall lack you for ft . King . I hll a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber .
2 Lord , You're loved , Sir's They , that least lend it you , hall lack you for ft . King . I hll a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber .
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My master , my dear Lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his ' vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your fon , were not my ...
My master , my dear Lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his ' vaffal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your fon , were not my ...
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Page 103 - 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.
Page 392 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 256 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? 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 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 430 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Publisher | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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