The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a follower of BERTRAM . Several young French Lords , who serve with BERTRAM in the Florentine war . RINALDO , Steward to the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON . LAVATCH , a Clown in her ...
... Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a follower of BERTRAM . Several young French Lords , who serve with BERTRAM in the Florentine war . RINALDO , Steward to the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON . LAVATCH , a Clown in her ...
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... Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I , in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in subjection . Laf . You ...
... Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I , in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in subjection . Laf . You ...
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... Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlook- ing . I have those hopes of her good that her education promises : her dispositions she inherits , which make fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries ...
... Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlook- ing . I have those hopes of her good that her education promises : her dispositions she inherits , which make fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries ...
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... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
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... You are lov'd , Sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . - How long is ' t , count , Since the physician at your father's , died ? He SCENE II . ] ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 9.
... You are lov'd , Sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . - How long is ' t , count , Since the physician at your father's , died ? He SCENE II . ] ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 9.
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Page 459 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Page 317 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Page 505 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder : Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...