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Page 141
... reason with them . Vio . I warrant , thou art a merry fellow , and careft for nothing . Clo . Not fo , Sir , I do care for fomething ; bat , in my confcience , Sir , I do not care for you : if that be to care for nothing , Sir , I would ...
... reason with them . Vio . I warrant , thou art a merry fellow , and careft for nothing . Clo . Not fo , Sir , I do care for fomething ; bat , in my confcience , Sir , I do not care for you : if that be to care for nothing , Sir , I would ...
Page 145
... reasons from this clause , For that I woo , thou therefore haft no cause : But rather reason thus with reason fetter ; Love fought is good ; but given , unfought , is better . Vio . By my innocence I fwear , and by my youth , I have one ...
... reasons from this clause , For that I woo , thou therefore haft no cause : But rather reason thus with reason fetter ; Love fought is good ; but given , unfought , is better . Vio . By my innocence I fwear , and by my youth , I have one ...
Page 146
... reason , dear venom , give Fab . You must needs yield your reafon , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Marry , I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's ferving - man , than ever she bestow'd on me . I faw't , i ' th ' orchard . Sir To . Did ...
... reason , dear venom , give Fab . You must needs yield your reafon , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Marry , I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's ferving - man , than ever she bestow'd on me . I faw't , i ' th ' orchard . Sir To . Did ...
Page 155
... reason for't . Fab . A good note ; that keeps you from the blow of the law . Sir To . Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia , and in my fight he uses thee kindly ; but thou lieft in thy throat , that is not the matter I challenge thee for ...
... reason for't . Fab . A good note ; that keeps you from the blow of the law . Sir To . Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia , and in my fight he uses thee kindly ; but thou lieft in thy throat , that is not the matter I challenge thee for ...
Page 200
... reason was not fubftantial , why there is no time to recover . S. Dro . Thus I mend it : Time himself is bald , and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers . Ant . I knew , ' twould be a bald conclufion : but foft ! who ...
... reason was not fubftantial , why there is no time to recover . S. Dro . Thus I mend it : Time himself is bald , and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers . Ant . I knew , ' twould be a bald conclufion : but foft ! who ...
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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.