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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1 - 5 találat összesen 49 találatból.
8. oldal
... better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of any fort . Leon . What is he that you ...
... better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of any fort . Leon . What is he that you ...
11. oldal
... . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' were fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . of Beat . A bird of my tongue is better ABOUT NOTHIN G. 11 Leon. Her mother hath many times told me fo...
... . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' were fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . of Beat . A bird of my tongue is better ABOUT NOTHIN G. 11 Leon. Her mother hath many times told me fo...
12. oldal
... better than a beaft yours . Bene . I would my horfe had the speed of your tongue , and fo good a continuer ; but keep your way a God's name , I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old . Pedro . This is ...
... better than a beaft yours . Bene . I would my horfe had the speed of your tongue , and fo good a continuer ; but keep your way a God's name , I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old . Pedro . This is ...
16. oldal
... doubt , whom our Author here alludes to : and had I the convenience of confulting Afcham's Tox- ophilus , I might probably grow better acquainted with his history . and the guards are but flightly bafted on neither : 16 . MAU CHA DO A.
... doubt , whom our Author here alludes to : and had I the convenience of confulting Afcham's Tox- ophilus , I might probably grow better acquainted with his history . and the guards are but flightly bafted on neither : 16 . MAU CHA DO A.
18. oldal
... better prepared for an- fwer , if peradventure this be true . , Go you and tell ber of it . Coufins , you know what you have to do . Several cross the fage here . ] 0 , 1 cry you mercy , friend , go you with me and I will use your skill ...
... better prepared for an- fwer , if peradventure this be true . , Go you and tell ber of it . Coufins , you know what you have to do . Several cross the fage here . ] 0 , 1 cry you mercy , friend , go you with me and I will use your skill ...
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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.