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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... fear they'll fhoot at him . By the paffage which I bave above quoted from Law Tricks , ' tis plain Sir William's editor has falfely pointed the laft line but one . We muft correct it thus Like ghofts of Adam Bell , and Clymme ; ' Tis ...
... fear they'll fhoot at him . By the paffage which I bave above quoted from Law Tricks , ' tis plain Sir William's editor has falfely pointed the laft line but one . We muft correct it thus Like ghofts of Adam Bell , and Clymme ; ' Tis ...
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... fear Leon . If he do fear God , he must neceffarily keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter in- to a quarrel with fear and trembling . Pedra . And fo will he do , for the man doth fear God , howfoever it feems not in him ...
... fear Leon . If he do fear God , he must neceffarily keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter in- to a quarrel with fear and trembling . Pedra . And fo will he do , for the man doth fear God , howfoever it feems not in him ...
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... Fear you not my part of the dialogue .. Hero . Then go we near her , that her ear lofe no-- Of the falfe fweet bait that we lay for it.- [ thing No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know her fpirits are as coy and wild , As ...
... Fear you not my part of the dialogue .. Hero . Then go we near her , that her ear lofe no-- Of the falfe fweet bait that we lay for it.- [ thing No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know her fpirits are as coy and wild , As ...
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... fear the power of Percy is too weak To wage an inftant trial with the King . ( 23 ) No , no , ' tis alt mens office to Speak patience To thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral ...
... fear the power of Percy is too weak To wage an inftant trial with the King . ( 23 ) No , no , ' tis alt mens office to Speak patience To thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral ...
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... fear thee not . Claud . Marry , befhrew my hand , If it fhould give your age fuch cause of fear ; In faith , my hand meant nothing to my sword . Leon . Tufh , tuth , man , never fleer and jelt at me ; I speak not like a dotard nor a ...
... fear thee not . Claud . Marry , befhrew my hand , If it fhould give your age fuch cause of fear ; In faith , my hand meant nothing to my sword . Leon . Tufh , tuth , man , never fleer and jelt at me ; I speak not like a dotard nor a ...
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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.