The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Página 102
... sweet perfections , with one felf - fame King ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ; Love - thoughts lye rich , when canopy'd with bowers . ( 1 ) - -fo full of Shapes is Fancy , [ Exeunt . That it alone is bigb fantaftical ...
... sweet perfections , with one felf - fame King ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ; Love - thoughts lye rich , when canopy'd with bowers . ( 1 ) - -fo full of Shapes is Fancy , [ Exeunt . That it alone is bigb fantaftical ...
Página 106
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My neice's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My neice's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
Página 116
... sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'ft She alive , If you will lead thefe graces to the Grave , And leave the world no copy . ( 3 ) Look you , Sir , fuch a one I was this prefent : is't not well done ? This is ...
... sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'ft She alive , If you will lead thefe graces to the Grave , And leave the world no copy . ( 3 ) Look you , Sir , fuch a one I was this prefent : is't not well done ? This is ...
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... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay - word , and make him a common ...
... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay - word , and make him a common ...
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... Sweet lady , ha , ha . [ Smiles fantastically Oli . Smil't thou ? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion . ( 9 ) I bave fent after bim ; he says he'll come . ] But Who did he fay fo to ? Or from Whom could my Lady have any fuch ...
... Sweet lady , ha , ha . [ Smiles fantastically Oli . Smil't thou ? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion . ( 9 ) I bave fent after bim ; he says he'll come . ] But Who did he fay fo to ? Or from Whom could my Lady have any fuch ...
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Página 246 - 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.
Página 376 - 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 133 - 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.
Página 407 - 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 97 - 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.