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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... fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ? Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your orchard . 1 Oli . Know you before whom , Sir ? Orla . Ay , better than he I am before knows me . know you are my eldeft brother , and in the ...
... fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ? Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your orchard . 1 Oli . Know you before whom , Sir ? Orla . Ay , better than he I am before knows me . know you are my eldeft brother , and in the ...
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... fuch exercifes as may become a gentle- man , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do ? beg when that is fpent ? well , Sir , get you in . I will ...
... fuch exercifes as may become a gentle- man , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do ? beg when that is fpent ? well , Sir , get you in . I will ...
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... fuch difgrace well as he fhall run into , in that it is a thing of his own fearch , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou fhalt find I will moft kindly requite . I had my felf ...
... fuch difgrace well as he fhall run into , in that it is a thing of his own fearch , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou fhalt find I will moft kindly requite . I had my felf ...
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... fuch goddeffes , hath fent this natural for our whetstone : for always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . How now , whither wander you ? Clo . Miftrefs , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the ...
... fuch goddeffes , hath fent this natural for our whetstone : for always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . How now , whither wander you ? Clo . Miftrefs , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the ...
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... fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the fport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ? Le Beu . Why , this that I speak of . Clo . Thus men grow wifer every ...
... fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the fport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ? Le Beu . Why , this that I speak of . Clo . Thus men grow wifer every ...
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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...