The Works of W. Shakespeare, Volume 2Bickers and Son, 1864 |
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... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies , But , riddle - like , lives sweetly where she dies . Count . Had you not lately ...
... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies , But , riddle - like , lives sweetly where she dies . Count . Had you not lately ...
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... give thee less , to be call'd grateful : Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee less , to be call'd grateful : Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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... give Me , and my service , ever whilst I live , Into your guiding power . - This is the man . King . Why then , young Bertram , take her ; she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my liege ! I shall beseech your highness , In such a business give ...
... give Me , and my service , ever whilst I live , Into your guiding power . - This is the man . King . Why then , young Bertram , take her ; she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my liege ! I shall beseech your highness , In such a business give ...
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... Give me thy hand . Par . My lord , you give me most egregious indignity . Laf . Ay , with all my heart ; and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my lord , deserved it . Laf . Yes , good faith , every dram of it ; and I will not ...
... Give me thy hand . Par . My lord , you give me most egregious indignity . Laf . Ay , with all my heart ; and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my lord , deserved it . Laf . Yes , good faith , every dram of it ; and I will not ...
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... give me leave . [ Exit . Par . Well , thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me ; scurvy , old , filthy ... gives you commission . You are not worth another word , else I'd call you knave . I leave you . [ Exit . Par . Good , very ...
... give me leave . [ Exit . Par . Well , thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me ; scurvy , old , filthy ... gives you commission . You are not worth another word , else I'd call you knave . I leave you . [ Exit . Par . Good , very ...
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Page 455 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 509 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey,...
Page 172 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 129 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.