The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Art thou my boy ? Mam . Ay , my good Lord Lea . I'fecks ! • Why , that's my bawcock ; what , has't smutch'd thy nofe ... Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my Lord .. Leo , Thou want'ft a rough pash , and the shoots that have ...
... Art thou my boy ? Mam . Ay , my good Lord Lea . I'fecks ! • Why , that's my bawcock ; what , has't smutch'd thy nofe ... Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my Lord .. Leo , Thou want'ft a rough pash , and the shoots that have ...
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... thou Haft cleans'd my bofom I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd : but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity , deceiv'd In that which feems fo .. Cam . Be it forbid , my Lord ! Leo . To bide upon't thou art not honeft , or , If thou ...
... thou Haft cleans'd my bofom I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd : but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity , deceiv'd In that which feems fo .. Cam . Be it forbid , my Lord ! Leo . To bide upon't thou art not honeft , or , If thou ...
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... thou art moft ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Added to their familiarity , Camillo's flight ( Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture , That lack'd fight only , nought for approbation But only feeing , all other ...
... thou art moft ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Added to their familiarity , Camillo's flight ( Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture , That lack'd fight only , nought for approbation But only feeing , all other ...
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... thou art women - tyr'd ; unreofted By thy dame Partlet here . Take up the bastard , Take't Take't up , I fay , give't to thy croan 30 The Winter's Tale .
... thou art women - tyr'd ; unreofted By thy dame Partlet here . Take up the bastard , Take't Take't up , I fay , give't to thy croan 30 The Winter's Tale .
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... thy croan . Pau . For ever Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Tak'ft up the ... thou , good Goddess Nature , which haft made it So like to him that got it ... art worthy to be hang`d , That That wilt not stay her tongue . Ant . Hang D ...
... thy croan . Pau . For ever Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Tak'ft up the ... thou , good Goddess Nature , which haft made it So like to him that got it ... art worthy to be hang`d , That That wilt not stay her tongue . Ant . Hang D ...
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Sida 165 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Sida 170 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Sida 302 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Sida 276 - Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry...
Sida 165 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Sida 136 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Sida 136 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Sida 276 - Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Sida 276 - 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...
Sida 182 - Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.