The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... fool , I meant not thee ; I meant thy master . Speed . I tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not ...
... fool , I meant not thee ; I meant thy master . Speed . I tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not ...
Page 38
... fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think , my master is a kind of knave : but that's all one , if he be but one knave . He lives not now , that knows me to be in love ; yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck ...
... fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think , my master is a kind of knave : but that's all one , if he be but one knave . He lives not now , that knows me to be in love ; yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck ...
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... fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ring I gave him , when he parted from me , To bind him to remember my good will : And ...
... fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ring I gave him , when he parted from me , To bind him to remember my good will : And ...
Page 47
... fool , that will endanger His body for a girl , that loves him not : I claim her not , and therefore she is thine . Duke . The more degenerate and base art thou , To make such means for her as thou hast done , And leave her on such ...
... fool , that will endanger His body for a girl , that loves him not : I claim her not , and therefore she is thine . Duke . The more degenerate and base art thou , To make such means for her as thou hast done , And leave her on such ...
Page 66
... fool , and a physician ? Look on master Fenton : -this is my doing . Fent . I thank thee ; and I pray thee , once to - night Give my sweet Nan this ring : There's for thy pains . [ Exit . Quick . Now heaven send thee good fortune ! A ...
... fool , and a physician ? Look on master Fenton : -this is my doing . Fent . I thank thee ; and I pray thee , once to - night Give my sweet Nan this ring : There's for thy pains . [ Exit . Quick . Now heaven send thee good fortune ! A ...
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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 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...