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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... live a bachelor .. Pedro . I fhall fee thee , ere I die , look pale with love . f · Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again ...
... live a bachelor .. Pedro . I fhall fee thee , ere I die , look pale with love . f · Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again ...
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... live we as merry as the day is long . Ant . Well , niece , I truft you will be ruled by your father . [ To Hero . Beat . Yes , faith , it is my coufin's duty to make eurt'fy , and fay , Father , as it pleafe you ; but yet for all that ...
... live we as merry as the day is long . Ant . Well , niece , I truft you will be ruled by your father . [ To Hero . Beat . Yes , faith , it is my coufin's duty to make eurt'fy , and fay , Father , as it pleafe you ; but yet for all that ...
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... live as quiet in hell as in a fanctuary , and people . fin upon purpose , because they would go thither ; indeed , all difquiet , horror , and perturbation follow her . Enter CLAUDIO , BEATRICE , LEONATO and HERO . Pedro . Look , here ...
... live as quiet in hell as in a fanctuary , and people . fin upon purpose , because they would go thither ; indeed , all difquiet , horror , and perturbation follow her . Enter CLAUDIO , BEATRICE , LEONATO and HERO . Pedro . Look , here ...
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... live till I were married . Here comes Bea- trice : by this day the's a fair lady ; I do fpy fomė marks of love in her . Enter BEATRICE . Beat . Againft my will I am fent to bid in to dinner . you come Bene . Fair Beatrice , I thank you ...
... live till I were married . Here comes Bea- trice : by this day the's a fair lady ; I do fpy fomė marks of love in her . Enter BEATRICE . Beat . Againft my will I am fent to bid in to dinner . you come Bene . Fair Beatrice , I thank you ...
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... lives behind the back of fuch . And Benedick , love on , I will requite thee ; Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love , thy kindness fhall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band . For others fay thou dost ...
... lives behind the back of fuch . And Benedick , love on , I will requite thee ; Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love , thy kindness fhall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band . For others fay thou dost ...
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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.