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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William Shakespeare. Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou haft not , coufin ; Pr'ythee ... thou and I am one : Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part , sweet Girl ? No ... art a man ? Rof . I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own Page ; And ...
William Shakespeare. Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou haft not , coufin ; Pr'ythee ... thou and I am one : Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part , sweet Girl ? No ... art a man ? Rof . I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own Page ; And ...
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... art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will fweat , but for promotion ; And , having That , do choak their fervice up Even with the Having ; it is not fo with thee ; But , poor old man , thou ... thy pains and hufbandry ; But ...
... art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will fweat , but for promotion ; And , having That , do choak their fervice up Even with the Having ; it is not fo with thee ; But , poor old man , thou ... thy pains and hufbandry ; But ...
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... thou art ware of . Clo . Nay , I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit , ' till I break my fhins against it . Rof ... thy kinfman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your Betters , Sir . Cor . Elfe they are very wretched . Rof . Peace , I fay ; good ...
... thou art ware of . Clo . Nay , I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit , ' till I break my fhins against it . Rof ... thy kinfman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your Betters , Sir . Cor . Elfe they are very wretched . Rof . Peace , I fay ; good ...
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... thou art a mocker of my labour . Well faid , thou look'st cheerly . C 2 cheerly . And I'll be with thee quickly ; yet AS YOU LIKE IT . 31.
... thou art a mocker of my labour . Well faid , thou look'st cheerly . C 2 cheerly . And I'll be with thee quickly ; yet AS YOU LIKE IT . 31.
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... Art thou thus bolden'd , man , by thy diftrefs ? Or else a rude despiser of good manners , That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty ? Orla . You touch'd my vein at firft ; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of ...
... Art thou thus bolden'd , man , by thy diftrefs ? Or else a rude despiser of good manners , That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty ? Orla . You touch'd my vein at firft ; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of ...
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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.