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Side 9
... hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall : To- morrow , sir , I wrestle for my credit ; and he that es- capes me without some broken limb , shall acquit him 8 He gives them good leave . As often as this phrase ...
... hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall : To- morrow , sir , I wrestle for my credit ; and he that es- capes me without some broken limb , shall acquit him 8 He gives them good leave . As often as this phrase ...
Side 10
... hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to ...
... hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to ...
Side 11
... hath no child but I , nor none is like to have ; and , truly , when he dies , thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away from 11 Sorts , i . e . of all ranks . 12 But that I kindle the boy thither . He means , 66 that I excite ...
... hath no child but I , nor none is like to have ; and , truly , when he dies , thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away from 11 Sorts , i . e . of all ranks . 12 But that I kindle the boy thither . He means , 66 that I excite ...
Side 12
... hath made a fair creature , may she not by fortune fall into the fire ? -Though nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune , hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ? s . Indeed , fortune3 is there too hard for ...
... hath made a fair creature , may she not by fortune fall into the fire ? -Though nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune , hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ? s . Indeed , fortune3 is there too hard for ...
Side 13
... hath sent this na- tural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . - How now , wit ? whither wander you ? Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your fa- ther . for Cel . Were you made the ...
... hath sent this na- tural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . - How now , wit ? whither wander you ? Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your fa- ther . for Cel . Were you made the ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1850 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1850 |
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Side 45 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Side 389 - 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.
Side 39 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 46 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Side 380 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 101 - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C.
Side 309 - 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.
Side 45 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
Side 26 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 31 - O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, 60 And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.