The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Paft question ; for thou seeft it will not ... head ...
... head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Paft question ; for thou seeft it will not ... head ...
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... head . Take him away ; he knows I know him well . Ant . I muft obey . This comes with feeking you ; But there's no remedy . I fhall answer it . What will you do ? now my neceffity Makes me to afk you for my purfe . It grieves mé Much ...
... head . Take him away ; he knows I know him well . Ant . I muft obey . This comes with feeking you ; But there's no remedy . I fhall answer it . What will you do ? now my neceffity Makes me to afk you for my purfe . It grieves mé Much ...
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... head of a band of robbers . Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their hands , Thyamis fell desperately in love with the la- dy , and would have married her . Soon after , a stronger body of robbers coming down upon Thyamis's party , he ...
... head of a band of robbers . Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their hands , Thyamis fell desperately in love with the la- dy , and would have married her . Soon after , a stronger body of robbers coming down upon Thyamis's party , he ...
Página 88
... Head broke . Sir And . For the love of God , a furgeon , and fend one prefently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . H'as broke my head a - crofs , and gi- ven Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help ...
... Head broke . Sir And . For the love of God , a furgeon , and fend one prefently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . H'as broke my head a - crofs , and gi- ven Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help ...
Página 89
... head for nothing , and that that I did , I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : - You drew your fword upon me without caufe ; But I befpake you fair , and hurt you not .. Enter Sir TOBY and ...
... head for nothing , and that that I did , I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : - You drew your fword upon me without caufe ; But I befpake you fair , and hurt you not .. Enter Sir TOBY and ...
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Página 7 - 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.
Página 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Página 287 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Página 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Página 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.