The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this Gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon . Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this Gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon . Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
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... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes , that can ...
... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes , that can ...
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... Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our coufin Auftria ; With caution , that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend ...
... Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . King . Nay , ' tis most credible ; we here receive it , A certainty vouch'd from our coufin Auftria ; With caution , that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend ...
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... Lord . You're loved , Sing They , that leaft lend it you , fhall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months , fince ...
... Lord . You're loved , Sing They , that leaft lend it you , fhall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months , fince ...
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... Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my ...
... Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my ...
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Стр. 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 394 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Стр. 258 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? 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. 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.