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 51
... these lifping haw - thorn buds , that come like women in men's apparel , and smell like Buckler's - bury in fimple - time ; I cannot ; but I love thee ; none but thee ; and thou defer- veft it . Mrs. Ford . Do not betray me , fir ; I ...
... these lifping haw - thorn buds , that come like women in men's apparel , and smell like Buckler's - bury in fimple - time ; I cannot ; but I love thee ; none but thee ; and thou defer- veft it . Mrs. Ford . Do not betray me , fir ; I ...
Pagina 53
... these your letters , knight ? Fal . I love thee , and none but thee ; help me away : let me creep in here ; I'll never- [ He goes into the basket , they cover him with foul linen . ] Mrs. Page . Help to cover your mafter , boy : Call ...
... these your letters , knight ? Fal . I love thee , and none but thee ; help me away : let me creep in here ; I'll never- [ He goes into the basket , they cover him with foul linen . ] Mrs. Page . Help to cover your mafter , boy : Call ...
Pagina 61
... these chalices : Go brew me a pottle of fack finely . Bard . With eggs , fir ? Fal . Simple of itself ; I'll no pullet - fperm in my brew- age . [ Exit BARD . ] — How now ? Quick . Marry , fir , I come to your worship from Mrs. Ford ...
... these chalices : Go brew me a pottle of fack finely . Bard . With eggs , fir ? Fal . Simple of itself ; I'll no pullet - fperm in my brew- age . [ Exit BARD . ] — How now ? Quick . Marry , fir , I come to your worship from Mrs. Ford ...
Pagina 75
... EVANS . Eva . ' Tis one of the pest discretions of a ' oman as ever I did look upon . Page . And did he fend you both these letters at an in- ftant . Mrs. Mrs. Page . Within a quarter of an hour . Act W. 75 OF WINDSOR .
... EVANS . Eva . ' Tis one of the pest discretions of a ' oman as ever I did look upon . Page . And did he fend you both these letters at an in- ftant . Mrs. Mrs. Page . Within a quarter of an hour . Act W. 75 OF WINDSOR .
Pagina 91
... no higher : Now , good fir John , how like you Wind for wives ? See you thefe , husband ? ` do not these fair yokes Become the foreft better than the town ? Ford . Ford . Now , fir , who's a cuckold now Act V. 91 OF WINDSOR .
... no higher : Now , good fir John , how like you Wind for wives ? See you thefe , husband ? ` do not these fair yokes Become the foreft better than the town ? Ford . Ford . Now , fir , who's a cuckold now Act V. 91 OF WINDSOR .
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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.