The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Strana 26
... Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters . Cor . Elfe they're very wretched . Rof . Peace , fool , I fay ; good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle Sir , and to you all . Rof . I pr'ythee ...
... Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters . Cor . Elfe they're very wretched . Rof . Peace , fool , I fay ; good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle Sir , and to you all . Rof . I pr'ythee ...
Strana 37
... Peace , you dull fool , I found them on a tree . Clo . Truly , the tree yields bad fruit . Rof . I'll graff it with you , and then I fhall graff it with VOL , HI , a medler ; then it will be the earlieft fruit As You Like it .
... Peace , you dull fool , I found them on a tree . Clo . Truly , the tree yields bad fruit . Rof . I'll graff it with you , and then I fhall graff it with VOL , HI , a medler ; then it will be the earlieft fruit As You Like it .
Strana 38
... Peace , here comes my fifter reading , ftand afide . Cel . Why fhould this a defart be ? For it is unpeopled . No ; Tongues I'll bang on every tree , That fhall civil fayings show . Some , how brief the life of man Runs bis erring ...
... Peace , here comes my fifter reading , ftand afide . Cel . Why fhould this a defart be ? For it is unpeopled . No ; Tongues I'll bang on every tree , That fhall civil fayings show . Some , how brief the life of man Runs bis erring ...
Strana 71
... peace- maker i much virtue in If . Jag . Is not this a rare fellow , my lord ? he's good at any thing , and yet a fool . Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a ftalking - horse , and under the prefentation of that he shoots his wit . .ui ...
... peace- maker i much virtue in If . Jag . Is not this a rare fellow , my lord ? he's good at any thing , and yet a fool . Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a ftalking - horse , and under the prefentation of that he shoots his wit . .ui ...
Strana 72
... Peace , hoa ! I bar confufion : ' Tis I muft make conclufion Of these most strange events : Here's eight that must take hands , To join in Hymen's bands , If truth holds true contents . You and you no cross fhall part ; You and you are ...
... Peace , hoa ! I bar confufion : ' Tis I muft make conclufion Of these most strange events : Here's eight that must take hands , To join in Hymen's bands , If truth holds true contents . You and you no cross fhall part ; You and you are ...
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Strana 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Strana 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Strana 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Strana 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...