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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... clown attending on Celia and Rosalind . CORIN , SYLVIUS , Shepherds . A clown , in love with Audrey . WILLIAM , another clown , in love with Audrey . Sir OLIVER MAR - TEXT , a country curate . ROSALIND , daughter to the Duke . CELIA ...
... clown attending on Celia and Rosalind . CORIN , SYLVIUS , Shepherds . A clown , in love with Audrey . WILLIAM , another clown , in love with Audrey . Sir OLIVER MAR - TEXT , a country curate . ROSALIND , daughter to the Duke . CELIA ...
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... Clown . Cel . No ? when nature hath made a fair creature , may fhe not by fortune fall into the fire ? tho ' nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune , hath not fortune fent in this fool to cut off this argument ? Rof . Indeed ...
... Clown . Cel . No ? when nature hath made a fair creature , may fhe not by fortune fall into the fire ? tho ' nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune , hath not fortune fent in this fool to cut off this argument ? Rof . Indeed ...
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... clown , at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh , is alfo miffing : Hifperia , the Princefs ' gentlewoman , Confeffes that the fecretly o'erheard Your daughter and her coufin much commend The parts and graces of the wreftler That ...
... clown , at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh , is alfo miffing : Hifperia , the Princefs ' gentlewoman , Confeffes that the fecretly o'erheard Your daughter and her coufin much commend The parts and graces of the wreftler That ...
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... Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my fpirits ! Clo . I care not for my fpirits , if my legs were not weary ? Rof . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's appa- rel , and cry like a woman ; but I must comfort the weak- er ...
... Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my fpirits ! Clo . I care not for my fpirits , if my legs were not weary ? Rof . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's appa- rel , and cry like a woman ; but I must comfort the weak- er ...
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... clown ! Rof . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters . Cor . Elfe they're very wretched . Rof . Peace , fool , I fay ; good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle Sir , and to you all . Rof ...
... clown ! Rof . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters . Cor . Elfe they're very wretched . Rof . Peace , fool , I fay ; good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle Sir , and to you all . Rof ...
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Popular passages
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...