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... she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and furpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Man . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood , Scratching her legs , that one fhall fwear fhe bleeds : And And at that fight fhall fad ...
... she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and furpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Man . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood , Scratching her legs , that one fhall fwear fhe bleeds : And And at that fight fhall fad ...
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... She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd ' till now ? I do not fleep ; I fee , I hear , I fpeak ; I fmell fweet favours ...
... She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd ' till now ? I do not fleep ; I fee , I hear , I fpeak ; I fmell fweet favours ...
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... She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will - To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were ...
... She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will - To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were ...
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... she taketh most delight In mufick , inftruments , and poetry ; School - mafters will I keep within my houfe , Fit to inftruct her youth . If you , Hortenfio , Or Signior Gremio , you , know any fuch , Prefer them hither : for to cunning ...
... she taketh most delight In mufick , inftruments , and poetry ; School - mafters will I keep within my houfe , Fit to inftruct her youth . If you , Hortenfio , Or Signior Gremio , you , know any fuch , Prefer them hither : for to cunning ...
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... she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors . Luc . Ah , Tranio , what a cruel Father's he ! But art thou not advis'd he took fome care To get her cunning fchool - mafters t ' inftruct her ? Tra . Ay , marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis ...
... she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors . Luc . Ah , Tranio , what a cruel Father's he ! But art thou not advis'd he took fome care To get her cunning fchool - mafters t ' inftruct her ? Tra . Ay , marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis ...
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Page 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 503 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 95 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.