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Pagina 19
The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my ...
The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my ...
Pagina 20
... forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel .
... forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel .
Pagina 25
Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and lustrous . A word , good metals . ( 7 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ...
Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and lustrous . A word , good metals . ( 7 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ...
Pagina 26
Yes , but you will , my noble grapes ; an if My royal fox could reach them : ( 8 ) I have seen a Med'cin , That's able to breathe life into a stone ; Quicken a rock , and make you dance Canary With sprightly fire and motion ; whofe ...
Yes , but you will , my noble grapes ; an if My royal fox could reach them : ( 8 ) I have seen a Med'cin , That's able to breathe life into a stone ; Quicken a rock , and make you dance Canary With sprightly fire and motion ; whofe ...
Pagina 32
I play the noble hufwife with the time , to en- tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a prefent answer back ...
I play the noble hufwife with the time , to en- tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a prefent answer back ...
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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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