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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Page 11
... fwear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel , By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Clo . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were but if you fwear by that that is not , you are not forlworn , no more was this Knight fwearing ...
... fwear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel , By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Clo . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were but if you fwear by that that is not , you are not forlworn , no more was this Knight fwearing ...
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... fwear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Ro- falind , I am he , that unfortunate he . Rof . But are you fo much in love as your rhimes speak ? Orla . Neither rhime nor reason can exprefs how much . Rof . Love is meerly a madnefs ...
... fwear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Ro- falind , I am he , that unfortunate he . Rof . But are you fo much in love as your rhimes speak ? Orla . Neither rhime nor reason can exprefs how much . Rof . Love is meerly a madnefs ...
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... fwear in poetry , may be faid as lovers , they do feign . Aud . Do you wish then that the Gods had made me poetical ? Clo . I do truly ; for thou fwear'ft to me thou art honeft : now if thou wert a poet , I might have fome hope thou ...
... fwear in poetry , may be faid as lovers , they do feign . Aud . Do you wish then that the Gods had made me poetical ? Clo . I do truly ; for thou fwear'ft to me thou art honeft : now if thou wert a poet , I might have fome hope thou ...
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... fwear he would come this morning , and comes not ? Cel . Nay , certainly there is no truth in him . Rof . Do you think fo ? Cel . Yes , I think he is not a pick - purse , nor a horfe- fealer ; but for his verity in love , I do think him ...
... fwear he would come this morning , and comes not ? Cel . Nay , certainly there is no truth in him . Rof . Do you think fo ? Cel . Yes , I think he is not a pick - purse , nor a horfe- fealer ; but for his verity in love , I do think him ...
Page 70
... fwear , and to forfwear , according as marriage binds , and blood breaks : a poor virgin , Sir , an ill - favour'd thing , Sir , but mine own ; a poor humour of mine , Sir , to take that that no man elfe will . Rich honefty dwells like ...
... fwear , and to forfwear , according as marriage binds , and blood breaks : a poor virgin , Sir , an ill - favour'd thing , Sir , but mine own ; a poor humour of mine , Sir , to take that that no man elfe will . Rich honefty dwells like ...
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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...