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Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . Pro . The duke of Milan , And his more braver daughter , could control thee , If now ' twere fit to do't : -At ...
Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . Pro . The duke of Milan , And his more braver daughter , could control thee , If now ' twere fit to do't : -At ...
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Faith , sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in ...
Faith , sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in ...
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... She twits me with my falsehood to my friend ; When to her beauty I commend my vows , She bids me think , how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia , whom I lov'd : And , notwithstanding all her sudden quips , The least ...
... She twits me with my falsehood to my friend ; When to her beauty I commend my vows , She bids me think , how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia , whom I lov'd : And , notwithstanding all her sudden quips , The least ...
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... she did neglect her looking - glass , To carry that , which I would have refus'd ; And threw her sun - expelling mask away , To praise his faith , which I would have dis- The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks , prais'd .
... she did neglect her looking - glass , To carry that , which I would have refus'd ; And threw her sun - expelling mask away , To praise his faith , which I would have dis- The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks , prais'd .
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Thou hast no faith left now , unless thou had'st two , And that's far worse than none ; better have none Than plural faith , which is too much by one : Thou counterfeit to thy true friend ! Pro . In love , Who respects friends ? Sil .
Thou hast no faith left now , unless thou had'st two , And that's far worse than none ; better have none Than plural faith , which is too much by one : Thou counterfeit to thy true friend ! Pro . In love , Who respects friends ? Sil .
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Page 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
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Page 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 88 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
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