The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Том 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... blood I am of your humour for that ; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow , than a man fwear he loves me . Bene . God keep your Ladyfhip ftill in that mind ! fo fome gentleman or other thall ' fcape a predefti- nate fcratched face ...
... blood I am of your humour for that ; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow , than a man fwear he loves me . Bene . God keep your Ladyfhip ftill in that mind ! fo fome gentleman or other thall ' fcape a predefti- nate fcratched face ...
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... blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad- maker's pen , and hang me up at the door of a bro- thel - house for the fign of blind Cupid . 2 * Pedro . Well , if ever thou doft fall from this ...
... blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad- maker's pen , and hang me up at the door of a bro- thel - house for the fign of blind Cupid . 2 * Pedro . Well , if ever thou doft fall from this ...
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... blood to be difdained of al , than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any : in this , ( though I cannot be faid to be a flattering honest man ) , it must not be denied but I am a plain - dealing villain ; I am truft- ed with a ...
... blood to be difdained of al , than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any : in this , ( though I cannot be faid to be a flattering honest man ) , it must not be denied but I am a plain - dealing villain ; I am truft- ed with a ...
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... blood . This is an accident of hourly proof , Which I miftrufted not . Farewel , then , Hero !: Enter BENEDICK . Bene . Count Claudio ? Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the ...
... blood . This is an accident of hourly proof , Which I miftrufted not . Farewel , then , Hero !: Enter BENEDICK . Bene . Count Claudio ? Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the ...
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... blood combating in fo tender a body , we have ten proofs to one that blood hath the victory ; I am forry for her , as I have just crufe , being her uncle and her guardian . Pedro . I would fhe had beftowed this dotage on me ; I would ...
... blood combating in fo tender a body , we have ten proofs to one that blood hath the victory ; I am forry for her , as I have just crufe , being her uncle and her guardian . Pedro . I would fhe had beftowed this dotage on me ; I would ...
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Стр. 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Стр. 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Стр. 229 - 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.
Стр. 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.