The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... speak more pro- properly ) ftys me here at home , unkept : for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that dif- fers not from the ftalling of an ox ? his horfes are bread better ; for befides that they are fair with their ...
... speak more pro- properly ) ftys me here at home , unkept : for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that dif- fers not from the ftalling of an ox ? his horfes are bread better ; for befides that they are fair with their ...
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William Shakespeare. Oli . Was not Charles , the Duke's wreftler , here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and importunes access to you . Oli . Call him in ; -twill be a good way ; and to- morrow the ...
William Shakespeare. Oli . Was not Charles , the Duke's wreftler , here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and importunes access to you . Oli . Call him in ; -twill be a good way ; and to- morrow the ...
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... speak it ) there is not one so young and fo vil- lanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but fhould I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and won- der . Cha . I am heartily ...
... speak it ) there is not one so young and fo vil- lanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but fhould I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and won- der . Cha . I am heartily ...
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... speak no more of him , you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days . Clo . The more pity , that fools may not speak wifely what wife men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou fay'st true ; for since the little wit that fools have ...
... speak no more of him , you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days . Clo . The more pity , that fools may not speak wifely what wife men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou fay'st true ; for since the little wit that fools have ...
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... speak , my Lord . Duke . Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? Orla . Orlando , my liege , the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys . Duke . I would , thou hadft been son to some man elfe ! The world efteem'd thy Father ...
... speak , my Lord . Duke . Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? Orla . Orlando , my liege , the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys . Duke . I would , thou hadft been son to some man elfe ! The world efteem'd thy Father ...
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33. oldal - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
306. oldal - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32. oldal - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
25. oldal - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
63. oldal - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
21. oldal - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.