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Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause , quoth she , Why the Grecians sacked Troy ? Fond done , done fond , Was this king Priam's joy ? With that she sighèd as she stood ...
Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause , quoth she , Why the Grecians sacked Troy ? Fond done , done fond , Was this king Priam's joy ? With that she sighèd as she stood ...
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... invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so ; -- for , look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so ...
... invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so ; -- for , look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so ...
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If it be not , forswear't : howe'er , I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress : Count .
If it be not , forswear't : howe'er , I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress : Count .
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¥É I ould not tell you what I would , my lord : - ' faith , yes ;Strangers and foes do sunder , and not kiss . Ber . I pray you , stay not , but in haste to horse . Hd . I shall not break your bidding , good 32 [ ACT 11 .
¥É I ould not tell you what I would , my lord : - ' faith , yes ;Strangers and foes do sunder , and not kiss . Ber . I pray you , stay not , but in haste to horse . Hd . I shall not break your bidding , good 32 [ ACT 11 .
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He was first sinoked by the old lord Lafeu : when his disguise and he is parted , tell me what a sprat you shall find him ; which you shall see this very night . i Lord . I must go look my twigs : he shall be caught . Ber .
He was first sinoked by the old lord Lafeu : when his disguise and he is parted , tell me what a sprat you shall find him ; which you shall see this very night . i Lord . I must go look my twigs : he shall be caught . Ber .
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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.