The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir ...
... Lords ; thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir ...
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... Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too ...
... Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too ...
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... Lord . We fhall , noble Captain . Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King [ Exeunt Lords : Par . Ufe a moft fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of ...
... Lord . We fhall , noble Captain . Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King [ Exeunt Lords : Par . Ufe a moft fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of ...
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... Lord , to ask me mercy And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would , I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And alk'd thee mercy for't . Laf . Goodfaith , across - but , my good Lord , ' tis thus ; Will you be cur'd of your ...
... Lord , to ask me mercy And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would , I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And alk'd thee mercy for't . Laf . Goodfaith , across - but , my good Lord , ' tis thus ; Will you be cur'd of your ...
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... Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -thick , thick , fpare not me . Count . I think , Sir , you can eat none of ...
... Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -thick , thick , fpare not me . Count . I think , Sir , you can eat none of ...
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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 394 - 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 258 - 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.