The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Tom 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strona 17
... Say I do fpeak with her , my Lord ; what then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love , Surprise her with difcourfe of my dear faith ; It fhall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in ...
... Say I do fpeak with her , my Lord ; what then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love , Surprise her with difcourfe of my dear faith ; It fhall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in ...
Strona 18
... prove and I , that am fure I lack thee , may pafs for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus , better a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! 1 . Oli . Take the fool away . Clo 18 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
... prove and I , that am fure I lack thee , may pafs for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus , better a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! 1 . Oli . Take the fool away . Clo 18 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
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... says he'll stand at your door like a Sheriff's poft , and be the fup- porter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of mankind . Oli . What manner of man ? Mal . Of very ill manners ; he'll ...
... says he'll stand at your door like a Sheriff's poft , and be the fup- porter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of mankind . Oli . What manner of man ? Mal . Of very ill manners ; he'll ...
Strona 41
... Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can bide the ...
... Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can bide the ...
Strona 45
... Saying , uncle Toby , my fortunes having caft me on your niece , give me this prerogative of fpeech .------- Sir To . What , what ? Mal . You must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the ...
... Saying , uncle Toby , my fortunes having caft me on your niece , give me this prerogative of fpeech .------- Sir To . What , what ? Mal . You must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the ...
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Strona 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
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Strona 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
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