The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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... Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? what prodigal's portion have I spent , that I should come to fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ? Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your orchard . 1 Oli . Know you ...
... Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? what prodigal's portion have I spent , that I should come to fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ? Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your orchard . 1 Oli . Know you ...
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... ? Le Beu . What colour , Madam ? how shall I answer you ? Rof . As wit and fortune will . Clo . Or as the deftinies decree . Cel , Well faid , that was laid on with a trowel , Clo . Nay , if I keep not my rank As You Like it . II.
... ? Le Beu . What colour , Madam ? how shall I answer you ? Rof . As wit and fortune will . Clo . Or as the deftinies decree . Cel , Well faid , that was laid on with a trowel , Clo . Nay , if I keep not my rank As You Like it . II.
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... shall not therefore be mifprifed ; we will make it our fuit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward . Orla , befeech you punish me not with your hard thoughts , wherein I confefs me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ...
... shall not therefore be mifprifed ; we will make it our fuit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward . Orla , befeech you punish me not with your hard thoughts , wherein I confefs me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ...
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... Shall we go , coz ? [ Giving him a chain from her nesk , Cel . Ay ; fare you well , fair gentleman . Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? my better parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up If but a quintain , a meer ...
... Shall we go , coz ? [ Giving him a chain from her nesk , Cel . Ay ; fare you well , fair gentleman . Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? my better parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up If but a quintain , a meer ...
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... Shall we go , coz ? [ Giving him a chain from her neck , Cel . Ay ; fare you well , fair gentleman . Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? my better parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up If but a quintain , a meer ...
... Shall we go , coz ? [ Giving him a chain from her neck , Cel . Ay ; fare you well , fair gentleman . Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? my better parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up If but a quintain , a meer ...
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Page 145 - 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...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...