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KING OF FRANCE . DUKE OF FLORENCE . BERTRAM , Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a follower of BERTRAM , Several young French Lords , who serve with Bertram in the Florentine war . RINALDO , Steward to the COUNTESS OF ...
KING OF FRANCE . DUKE OF FLORENCE . BERTRAM , Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a follower of BERTRAM , Several young French Lords , who serve with Bertram in the Florentine war . RINALDO , Steward to the COUNTESS OF ...
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Therefore we marvel much our cousin France Would , in so just a business , shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers . I Lord . Good my lord , The reasons of our state I cannot yield , But like a common and an outward man , That the ...
Therefore we marvel much our cousin France Would , in so just a business , shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers . I Lord . Good my lord , The reasons of our state I cannot yield , But like a common and an outward man , That the ...
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¡° Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France . ¡± ' Tis bitter . Count . Find you that there ? Ha . Ay , Madam . i Gen. ' Tis but the boldness of his hand , haply , Which his heart was not consenting to . Count .
¡° Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France . ¡± ' Tis bitter . Count . Find you that there ? Ha . Ay , Madam . i Gen. ' Tis but the boldness of his hand , haply , Which his heart was not consenting to . Count .
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¡° Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France . " Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Rousillon , none in France ; Then hast thou all again . Poor lord ! is ' t I That chase thee from thy country ...
¡° Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France . " Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Rousillon , none in France ; Then hast thou all again . Poor lord ! is ' t I That chase thee from thy country ...
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You came , I think , from France ? Hd . I did so . Wid . Here you shall see a countryman of yours , That has done worthy service . Hd . His name , I pray you . Dia . The count Rousillon : know you such a one ? Hel .
You came , I think , from France ? Hd . I did so . Wid . Here you shall see a countryman of yours , That has done worthy service . Hd . His name , I pray you . Dia . The count Rousillon : know you such a one ? Hel .
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455 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
509 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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,...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.