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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... worthy I know . i Bene . That I neither feel how the fhould be los ved , nor know how the fhould be worthy , is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me ; I will die in it at the stake . Pedro . Thou waft ever an obftinate heretic in ...
... worthy I know . i Bene . That I neither feel how the fhould be los ved , nor know how the fhould be worthy , is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me ; I will die in it at the stake . Pedro . Thou waft ever an obftinate heretic in ...
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... worthy to be whipt . Pedro . To be whipt ! what's his fault ? Bene . The flat tranfgreffion of a school - boy ; who , being overjoyed with finding a bird's neft , fhews it his companion , and he steals it . . Pedro . Wilt thou make 2 ...
... worthy to be whipt . Pedro . To be whipt ! what's his fault ? Bene . The flat tranfgreffion of a school - boy ; who , being overjoyed with finding a bird's neft , fhews it his companion , and he steals it . . Pedro . Wilt thou make 2 ...
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... we know of ; they keep their place in an edition published twenty - three years after that ; and therefore , Mr Pope fays , they are added from this fubfequent edition . To her he thinks not worthy , yet he woces 38 MUCH A DO.
... we know of ; they keep their place in an edition published twenty - three years after that ; and therefore , Mr Pope fays , they are added from this fubfequent edition . To her he thinks not worthy , yet he woces 38 MUCH A DO.
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... worthy , yet he woces ; Yet he will fwear he loves . Pedro . Nay , pray thee , come ; Or if thou wilt hold longer argument , Do it in notes . Balth . Note this before my notes , There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting : Pedro ...
... worthy , yet he woces ; Yet he will fwear he loves . Pedro . Nay , pray thee , come ; Or if thou wilt hold longer argument , Do it in notes . Balth . Note this before my notes , There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting : Pedro ...
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... worthy to be buried with my heels upwards . And in The Woman's Prize ; or , The Tamer Tamed . -fome few , For thefe are rareft , they are faid to kill With kindness and fair ufage ; but what they are , My Catalogue difcovers not ; only ...
... worthy to be buried with my heels upwards . And in The Woman's Prize ; or , The Tamer Tamed . -fome few , For thefe are rareft , they are faid to kill With kindness and fair ufage ; but what they are , My Catalogue difcovers not ; only ...
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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.