The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... pray you , one of you question yond man , If he for gold will give us any food ; I faint almoft to death . Clo . Holla ; you , Clown ! Rof . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinfman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your Betters , Sir . Cor . Elfe ...
... pray you , one of you question yond man , If he for gold will give us any food ; I faint almoft to death . Clo . Holla ; you , Clown ! Rof . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinfman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your Betters , Sir . Cor . Elfe ...
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... pray thee , if it stand with honefty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , and willingly could wafte , My time in it . Cor ...
... pray thee , if it stand with honefty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , and willingly could wafte , My time in it . Cor ...
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... pray you ; I thought , that all things had been favage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er That in this defart inacceffible , you are , Under the fhade of melancholy boughs , Lose and ...
... pray you ; I thought , that all things had been favage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er That in this defart inacceffible , you are , Under the fhade of melancholy boughs , Lose and ...
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... pray you , marr no more trees with writing love - fongs in their barks . Orla . I pray you , marr no more of my Verfes with reading them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rofalind , is your love's name ? Orla . Yes , juft . Jaq . I do not like ...
... pray you , marr no more trees with writing love - fongs in their barks . Orla . I pray you , marr no more of my Verfes with reading them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rofalind , is your love's name ? Orla . Yes , juft . Jaq . I do not like ...
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... pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me , what time o'day ; there's no clock in the Foreft . Rof . Then there is no true lover in the Foreft ; elfe , fighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy ...
... pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me , what time o'day ; there's no clock in the Foreft . Rof . Then there is no true lover in the Foreft ; elfe , fighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy ...
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Page 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 304 - 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 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.