The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Svazek 3 |
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Strana 4
... True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did split , When you , and that poor number fav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Moft provident in peril , bind himfelf ...
... True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did split , When you , and that poor number fav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Moft provident in peril , bind himfelf ...
Strana 12
... patch'd with virtue . If that this fimple fyl- logifm will ferve , fo ; if it will not , what remedy ? as there is no true cuckold but calamity , fo beauty's a flower : the Lady bade take away the fool 12 TWELFTH - NIGHT : : or , Act I.
... patch'd with virtue . If that this fimple fyl- logifm will ferve , fo ; if it will not , what remedy ? as there is no true cuckold but calamity , fo beauty's a flower : the Lady bade take away the fool 12 TWELFTH - NIGHT : : or , Act I.
Strana 24
... true love's coming , That can fing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Fourney's end in lover's meeting , Every wife man's fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is ...
... true love's coming , That can fing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Fourney's end in lover's meeting , Every wife man's fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is ...
Strana 28
... true - bred , and one that adores me : what o ' that ? Sir And . I was ador'd once too . Sir To . Let's to bed , knight . - Thou hadst need fend for more money . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way out . Sir To ...
... true - bred , and one that adores me : what o ' that ? Sir And . I was ador'd once too . Sir To . Let's to bed , knight . - Thou hadst need fend for more money . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way out . Sir To ...
Strana 30
... true Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower fweet , On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend , not a friend greet My poor corpfe , where mybones shall be thrown . - A thousand thoufand fighs to fave , Lay me , O ! where ...
... true Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower fweet , On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend , not a friend greet My poor corpfe , where mybones shall be thrown . - A thousand thoufand fighs to fave , Lay me , O ! where ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
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Strana 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Strana 239 - 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 3 - 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.