The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 32
... wine and fugar of the beft , and the faireft , that would have won any woman's heart ; and , I warrant you , they could never get an eye- wink of her . — I had myself twenty angels I wink 32 Act II . MERRY WIVES " ...
... wine and fugar of the beft , and the faireft , that would have won any woman's heart ; and , I warrant you , they could never get an eye- wink of her . — I had myself twenty angels I wink 32 Act II . MERRY WIVES " ...
Pagina 36
... eye upon my follies , as you hear them unfolded , turn another into the register of your own ; that I may pass with a re- proof the easier , fith you yourself know , how eafy it is to be fuch an offender . Fal . Very well , fir ...
... eye upon my follies , as you hear them unfolded , turn another into the register of your own ; that I may pass with a re- proof the easier , fith you yourself know , how eafy it is to be fuch an offender . Fal . Very well , fir ...
Pagina 46
... eyes , or eye your mafter's heels ? Rab . Rob . I had rather , forfooth , go before 46 Act 11 . MERRY WIVES.
... eyes , or eye your mafter's heels ? Rab . Rob . I had rather , forfooth , go before 46 Act 11 . MERRY WIVES.
Pagina 47
... eyes ? hath he any thinking ? Sure they fleep ; he hath no ufe of them . Why , this boy will carry a letter twenty miles , as easy as a cannon will fhoot point - blank twelve fcore . He pieces - out his wife's inclination ; he gives her ...
... eyes ? hath he any thinking ? Sure they fleep ; he hath no ufe of them . Why , this boy will carry a letter twenty miles , as easy as a cannon will fhoot point - blank twelve fcore . He pieces - out his wife's inclination ; he gives her ...
Pagina 48
... eyes of youth , he writes verses , he fpeaks holiday , he fmells April and May : he will carry't ; he will carry't ; ' tis in his buttons ; he will carry't . Page . Not by my confent , I promife you . The gen- tleman is of no having ...
... eyes of youth , he writes verses , he fpeaks holiday , he fmells April and May : he will carry't ; he will carry't ; ' tis in his buttons ; he will carry't . Page . Not by my confent , I promife you . The gen- tleman is of no having ...
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Afide againſt Anne anſwer bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bora brother Caius Claud Claudio coufin defire doft Dogb doth Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit faid FALSTAFF feems fent fhall fignior fir John firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak friar fuch fure gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero himſelf Hoft honeſt honour houfe houſe huſband Ifab Illyria itſelf knave lady Leon Leonato Lucio mafter mafter Brook maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs miſtreſs Ford moft moſt muſt myſelf night Pedro Pift pleaſe Pompey pray preſent prince priſon Prov Provoft purpoſe Quick Re-enter reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY SIR TOBY BELCH Slen ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange tell thee there's theſe thou art thouſand to-morrow uſe wife Windfor woman yourſelf
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Pagina 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Pagina 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Pagina 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.