The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 3±ÇR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Catharine , } Ladies , attending on the Princefs . Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Catharine , } Ladies , attending on the Princefs . Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
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... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what is it , when a man of great fpi- rit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he 116 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . -
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what is it , when a man of great fpi- rit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he 116 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . -
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... Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he will look fad , Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . , Moth . No , no ; O Lord , Sir , no , Y Arm . How canft thou part fadnefs and me- lancholy , my tender Juvenile ? Moth ...
... Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he will look fad , Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . , Moth . No , no ; O Lord , Sir , no , Y Arm . How canft thou part fadnefs and me- lancholy , my tender Juvenile ? Moth ...
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... Moth . You may do it in an hour , Sir . Arm . Impoffible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning , it fits the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamefter . Arm . I confefs both ; they are ...
... Moth . You may do it in an hour , Sir . Arm . Impoffible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning , it fits the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamefter . Arm . I confefs both ; they are ...
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... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Erm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion . Moth . Of the fea - water green , Sir . Arm . Is that one ...
... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Erm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion . Moth . Of the fea - water green , Sir . Arm . Is that one ...
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124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.