The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... comes , one of thy kin , has a most weak pia mater . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ... come so early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Lechery ! I defy lechery . There's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is ...
... comes , one of thy kin , has a most weak pia mater . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ... come so early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Lechery ! I defy lechery . There's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is ...
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... comes to speak with you . What is to be said to him , lady ? he's fortified against any denial . Oli . Tell him he ... come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable ...
... comes to speak with you . What is to be said to him , lady ? he's fortified against any denial . Oli . Tell him he ... come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable ...
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... comes the fool , i ' faith . Enter Clown . Clo . How now , my hearts ! did you never see the picture of we three ... Come on ; there is sixpence for 22 [ ACT II . TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
... comes the fool , i ' faith . Enter Clown . Clo . How now , my hearts ! did you never see the picture of we three ... Come on ; there is sixpence for 22 [ ACT II . TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
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... come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Sir And . A mellifluous voice , as I am true knight . Sir To . A contagious breath . Sir And . Very ...
... come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Sir And . A mellifluous voice , as I am true knight . Sir To . A contagious breath . Sir And . Very ...
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... come from my niece , and that she's in love with him . Mar. My purpose is , indeed , a horse of that colour . Sir ... Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack ; ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt ...
... come from my niece , and that she's in love with him . Mar. My purpose is , indeed , a horse of that colour . Sir ... Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack ; ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt ...
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Page 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Page 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.