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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... purpose , and what end . S. Dro . You fent me for a rope's - end as foon : You fent me to the bay , Sir , for a bark . E. Ant . I will debate this matter at more leisure , And teach your ears to lift me with more heed . To Adriana ...
... purpose , and what end . S. Dro . You fent me for a rope's - end as foon : You fent me to the bay , Sir , for a bark . E. Ant . I will debate this matter at more leisure , And teach your ears to lift me with more heed . To Adriana ...
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... purpose . : Her . Never ? Leo . Never , but once .. i f Her . What ? have I twice faid well ? when was't before ? Γ I pr'ythee , tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongue less ...
... purpose . : Her . Never ? Leo . Never , but once .. i f Her . What ? have I twice faid well ? when was't before ? Γ I pr'ythee , tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongue less ...
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... purpose , ( As recompence of our dear services Which being fo horrible , fo bloody , must Lead on to fome foul issue . We all kneel Leo . I am a feather for each wind that blows : Shall I live on , to fee this bastard kneel And call me ...
... purpose , ( As recompence of our dear services Which being fo horrible , fo bloody , must Lead on to fome foul issue . We all kneel Leo . I am a feather for each wind that blows : Shall I live on , to fee this bastard kneel And call me ...
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... purpose , Or I my life . Flo . Thou dearest Perdita , With these forc'd thoughts , I pr'ythee , darken not The mirth o'th ' feast ; or I'll be thine , my fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if I ...
... purpose , Or I my life . Flo . Thou dearest Perdita , With these forc'd thoughts , I pr'ythee , darken not The mirth o'th ' feast ; or I'll be thine , my fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if I ...
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... purpose To put you to't . But , come ; our dance , I pray ; Your hand , my Perdita ; so turtles pair , That never mean to part . Per . I'll fwear for ' em . Pol . This is the prettiest low - born lass , that ever Ran on the green - ford ...
... purpose To put you to't . But , come ; our dance , I pray ; Your hand , my Perdita ; so turtles pair , That never mean to part . Per . I'll fwear for ' em . Pol . This is the prettiest low - born lass , that ever Ran on the green - ford ...
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anſwer Antipholis Aumerle beſeech beſt blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath buſineſs Camillo cauſe Comedy of ERRORS Coufin courſe curſe death didſt doſt doth Dromio Duke elſe Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fair falſe father Faul Faulconbridge fear firſt fome forrow foul France fuch Gaunt grief hand haſte hath heart heav'n honour houſe Hubert iſſue itſelf King John King RICHARD King RICHARD II lady laſt Liege lord loſe maſter miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf noble Northumberland peace Phil pleaſe pray preſent Prince purpoſe Queen reaſon reſt Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſervice ſhall ſhame ſhe Shep ſhew ſhould ſince ſome ſpeak ſpeed ſpirit ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſuch ſwear ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art tongue uſe whoſe wife WINTER'S TALE York
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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.