The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 3. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). $ LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . COMEDY . ; Dramatis Perfonæ . FERDINAND , King of Navarre . Biron.
Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). $ LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . COMEDY . ; Dramatis Perfonæ . FERDINAND , King of Navarre . Biron.
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... Biron , Longaville , Dumain , Boyet ; Macard , three Lords , attending upon the King in his re- tirement . Lords , attending upon the Princess of France , Don Adriano de Armado , a fantastical Spaniard . Nathaniel , a Curate . Dull , a ...
... Biron , Longaville , Dumain , Boyet ; Macard , three Lords , attending upon the King in his re- tirement . Lords , attending upon the Princess of France , Don Adriano de Armado , a fantastical Spaniard . Nathaniel , a Curate . Dull , a ...
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... BIRON , LONGAVILLE , and DUMAIN . L KING . ET Fame , that all hunt after in their lives , Live registered upon our brazen tombs ; And then grace us in the difgrace of death : When , fpight of cormorant devouring time , The endeavour of ...
... BIRON , LONGAVILLE , and DUMAIN . L KING . ET Fame , that all hunt after in their lives , Live registered upon our brazen tombs ; And then grace us in the difgrace of death : When , fpight of cormorant devouring time , The endeavour of ...
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... Biron . I can but fay their proteftation over , So much ( dear Liege ) I have already fworn , That is , to live and itudy here three years : But there are other ftrict obfervances ; As , not to fee a woman in that term , Which , I hope ...
... Biron . I can but fay their proteftation over , So much ( dear Liege ) I have already fworn , That is , to live and itudy here three years : But there are other ftrict obfervances ; As , not to fee a woman in that term , Which , I hope ...
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... Biron , and to the reft . Biron . By yea and nay , Sir , then I fwore in jest . What is the end of study ? let me know ? King . Why , that to know , which elie we fhould not know . Biron . Things hid and barred ( you mean ) from common ...
... Biron , and to the reft . Biron . By yea and nay , Sir , then I fwore in jest . What is the end of study ? let me know ? King . Why , that to know , which elie we fhould not know . Biron . Things hid and barred ( you mean ) from common ...
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Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
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124. oldal - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
281. oldal - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
229. oldal - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
213. oldal - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.