The Works of Shakespear: The comedy of errors. The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. King Richard IIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... stands on tricks when I am undispos'd ; Where are the thousand marks thou hadst of me ? E. Dro . I have fome marks of yours upon my pate ; Some of my mistress ' marks upon my shoulders ; But not a thousand marks between you both.- If I ...
... stands on tricks when I am undispos'd ; Where are the thousand marks thou hadst of me ? E. Dro . I have fome marks of yours upon my pate ; Some of my mistress ' marks upon my shoulders ; But not a thousand marks between you both.- If I ...
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... stand it . Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou could'st not feel his meaning ? E. Dro . Nay , he struck so plainly , I could too well feel his blows ; and withal so doubtfully , that I could scarce understand them . Adr . But fay , I ...
... stand it . Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou could'st not feel his meaning ? E. Dro . Nay , he struck so plainly , I could too well feel his blows ; and withal so doubtfully , that I could scarce understand them . Adr . But fay , I ...
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... stand at the door , master ; bid them welcome hither , E. Ant . There's fomething in the wind , that we cannot get in . E. Dro . You would say so , master , if your gar- ments were thin . Your cake here is warm within : you stand ...
... stand at the door , master ; bid them welcome hither , E. Ant . There's fomething in the wind , that we cannot get in . E. Dro . You would say so , master , if your gar- ments were thin . Your cake here is warm within : you stand ...
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... stands Ireland ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . S. Ant . Where Scotland ? S. Dro . I found it out by the barrenness , hard in the palm of her hand . S. Ant . Where France ? S. Dro . In her forehead ...
... stands Ireland ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . S. Ant . Where Scotland ? S. Dro . I found it out by the barrenness , hard in the palm of her hand . S. Ant . Where France ? S. Dro . In her forehead ...
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... stand debted to this gentleman ; I pray you , fee him presently discharg'd ; For he is bound to fea , and stays but for it . E. Ant . I am not furnish'd with the present money ; Befides , I have fome business in the town ; Good Signior ...
... stand debted to this gentleman ; I pray you , fee him presently discharg'd ; For he is bound to fea , and stays but for it . E. Ant . I am not furnish'd with the present money ; Befides , I have fome business in the town ; Good Signior ...
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Page 263 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 210 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 266 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 292 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 119 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 317 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 287 - I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.