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The LIFE and DEATH of King JOHN . LONDON : Printed for J. and P. Knapton , S.Birt , T.Longman , H. Lintot , C. Hitch , J. Hodges , J. Brindley , J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper , B. Dod , and C. Corbet . M DCC LII .
The LIFE and DEATH of King JOHN . LONDON : Printed for J. and P. Knapton , S.Birt , T.Longman , H. Lintot , C. Hitch , J. Hodges , J. Brindley , J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper , B. Dod , and C. Corbet . M DCC LII .
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And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I muit attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fub- jection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father .
And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I muit attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fub- jection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father .
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whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
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The rather will I fpare my praise towards him ; Knowing him , is enough : on's bed of death Many receipts he gave me , chiefly one , Which as the dearest iffue of his practice , And of his old experience th ' only darling , He bade me ...
The rather will I fpare my praise towards him ; Knowing him , is enough : on's bed of death Many receipts he gave me , chiefly one , Which as the dearest iffue of his practice , And of his old experience th ' only darling , He bade me ...
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I cannot 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 ...
I cannot 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 ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Informazioni bibliografiche
| Titolo | The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autore | William Shakespeare |
| Curatore | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editore | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Provenienza dell'originale | la Biblioteca Pubblica di New York |
| Digitalizzato | 3 apr 2007 |
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