The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... fool , folely a coward ; Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones Look bleak in the cold wind ; full oft we fee Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly . Par . Save you , fair Queen ...
... fool , folely a coward ; Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones Look bleak in the cold wind ; full oft we fee Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly . Par . Save you , fair Queen ...
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... fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your an- fwer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
... fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your an- fwer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
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... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end ,, Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this ,, And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon :: This is not much .. Clo . Not ...
... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end ,, Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this ,, And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon :: This is not much .. Clo . Not ...
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... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the encrease of laughter . Par ...
... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the encrease of laughter . Par ...
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... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
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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.