The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he'st my drudge ; he , that comforts my wife , is the che rifher ... give us a part of it ; but how to fupply the loft part , was the queftion . Mr. Rowe has given us the fragment ...
... gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he'st my drudge ; he , that comforts my wife , is the che rifher ... give us a part of it ; but how to fupply the loft part , was the queftion . Mr. Rowe has given us the fragment ...
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... give pity To her , whofe state is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where the is fure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that , which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly , where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
... give pity To her , whofe state is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where the is fure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that , which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly , where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
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... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's care , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave and love ...
... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's care , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave and love ...
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... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , Doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her : now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , Doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her : now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
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... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part ;: I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part ;: I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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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.
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