The Works of Shakespear: Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. The merchant of Venice. Love's labour's lostRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Ifab . Yes , truly ; I speak not as defiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the fifter - hood , the votarifts of Saint Clare Lucio . [ within . ] Hoa ! Peace be in this place ! Ifab . Who's that , which calls ...
... Ifab . Yes , truly ; I speak not as defiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the fifter - hood , the votarifts of Saint Clare Lucio . [ within . ] Hoa ! Peace be in this place ! Ifab . Who's that , which calls ...
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... Ifab . Sir , make me not your ftory . Lucio . ' Tis true : miliar fin - -I would not ( tho ' ' tis fa- my With maids to feem the lapwing , and to jeft , Tongue far from heart ) play with all virgins fo . I hold you as a thing en - fky'd ...
... Ifab . Sir , make me not your ftory . Lucio . ' Tis true : miliar fin - -I would not ( tho ' ' tis fa- my With maids to feem the lapwing , and to jeft , Tongue far from heart ) play with all virgins fo . I hold you as a thing en - fky'd ...
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... Ifab . Doth he fo Seek for his life ? Lucio . H'as cenfur'd him already ; And , as I hear , the Provost hath a warrant For's execution . Ifab . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me , to do him good ? Lucio . Affay the power you have . Ifab ...
... Ifab . Doth he fo Seek for his life ? Lucio . H'as cenfur'd him already ; And , as I hear , the Provost hath a warrant For's execution . Ifab . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me , to do him good ? Lucio . Affay the power you have . Ifab ...
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... Ifab . I am a woful fuitor to your Honour , Please but your Honour hear me . Y'are welcome ; Ang . Ang . Well ; what's your fuit ? Ifab . 26 Meafure for Measure .
... Ifab . I am a woful fuitor to your Honour , Please but your Honour hear me . Y'are welcome ; Ang . Ang . Well ; what's your fuit ? Ifab . 26 Meafure for Measure .
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... Ifab . I have a brother is condemn'd to die ; I do befeech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . Heav'n give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere ...
... Ifab . I have a brother is condemn'd to die ; I do befeech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . Heav'n give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere ...
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Sida 313 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Sida 242 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Sida 250 - In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Sida 347 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Sida 4 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Sida 192 - You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold: moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Sida 190 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Sida 149 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Sida 192 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...
Sida 183 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.