The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Том 4R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... thank you , you have te- fterned me : in requital whereof , henceforth carry your letter yourself : and fo , Sir , I'll commend you to my master . Pro . Go , go , be gone , to fave your fhip from wreck , Which cannot perish , having ...
... thank you , you have te- fterned me : in requital whereof , henceforth carry your letter yourself : and fo , Sir , I'll commend you to my master . Pro . Go , go , be gone , to fave your fhip from wreck , Which cannot perish , having ...
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... thank you , you fwinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were fet , fo your affection would cease . Val . Last night she enjoined me ...
... thank you , you fwinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were fet , fo your affection would cease . Val . Last night she enjoined me ...
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... thank you , gentle fervant ; ' tis very clerk . ly done . Val . Now truft me , Madam , it came hardly offt For being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . [ pains ? Sil . Perchance you think too much of fo much ...
... thank you , gentle fervant ; ' tis very clerk . ly done . Val . Now truft me , Madam , it came hardly offt For being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . [ pains ? Sil . Perchance you think too much of fo much ...
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... thank the giver . Sil . Who is that , fervant ? Val . Yourself , fweet Lady , for you gave the fire : Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's looks , and fpends what he borrows kindly in your company . Thu. Sir , if you spend ...
... thank the giver . Sil . Who is that , fervant ? Val . Yourself , fweet Lady , for you gave the fire : Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's looks , and fpends what he borrows kindly in your company . Thu. Sir , if you spend ...
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... concealing it , heap on your head , A pack of forrows , which would prefs you down , If unprevented , to your timeless grave . 1 . Duke . Protheus , I thank theẻ for thine honest VERONTA ET AHT SCENE, the Duke's Palace in Milan. ...
... concealing it , heap on your head , A pack of forrows , which would prefs you down , If unprevented , to your timeless grave . 1 . Duke . Protheus , I thank theẻ for thine honest VERONTA ET AHT SCENE, the Duke's Palace in Milan. ...
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Стр. 118 - No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see...
Стр. 118 - 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.
Стр. 122 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Стр. 271 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Стр. 151 - 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.
Стр. 151 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Стр. 111 - 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.
Стр. 135 - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Стр. 106 - 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.
Стр. 107 - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.