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Side 13
... come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have ...
... come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have ...
Side 14
... comes my father . Enter DUKE . DUKE . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends , Of much good news ? VAL . My lord , I will be thankful To any ...
... comes my father . Enter DUKE . DUKE . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends , Of much good news ? VAL . My lord , I will be thankful To any ...
Side 23
... Come , I'll convey thee through the city gate ; And , ere I part with thee , confer at large Of all that may concern thy love - affairs : As thou lov'st ... comes the proverb , -Bless- ing 23 ACT III . ] [ SCENE 1 . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... Come , I'll convey thee through the city gate ; And , ere I part with thee , confer at large Of all that may concern thy love - affairs : As thou lov'st ... comes the proverb , -Bless- ing 23 ACT III . ] [ SCENE 1 . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
Side 37
... comes the duke . Enter DUKE . DUKE . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ? Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . JUL . And I will follow , more to cross that love , Than hate ...
... comes the duke . Enter DUKE . DUKE . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ? Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . JUL . And I will follow , more to cross that love , Than hate ...
Side 53
... comes in embassy The French king's daughter , with yourself to speak , - A maid of grace , and cómplete majesty , - About surrender - up of Aquitain To her decrepit , sick , and bed - rid father : Therefore this article is made in vain ...
... comes in embassy The French king's daughter , with yourself to speak , - A maid of grace , and cómplete majesty , - About surrender - up of Aquitain To her decrepit , sick , and bed - rid father : Therefore this article is made in vain ...
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arms art thou Bardolph Ben Jonson BIRON blood BOLING BOYET called Collier's cousin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio omits fool FORD gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed honour humour John Shakespeare Juliet Kate KATH king lady LAUN letter look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam marry master means merry mistress never night noble NURSE old copies passage peace play POINS pray prince Proteus quarto Richard Richard II Romeo SCENE servant Shakespeare SHAL sir John soul speak stand Steevens Stratford sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thomas Nashe thou art thou hast tongue true Tybalt unto villain wife William Shakespeare wilt word
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Side 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Side 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Side 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Side 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Side 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.