The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... fing ; come , come , another stanzo ; call you ' em ftanzo's ? Ami . What you will , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names , they owe mę nothing . Will you fing ? Ami . More at your requeft , than to please myself ...
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... fing it . Jaq . Thus it goes . If it do come to pass , That any man turn afs ; Leaving his wealth and eafe A ftubborn will to please , Duc ad me , duc ad me , duc ad me ; Here fhall he fee Grofs fools as he , An if he will come to me ...
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... fing . SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not fo unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not fo keen , Becaufe thou art not fheen , Altho ' thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly ; Moft ...
... fing . SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not fo unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not fo keen , Becaufe thou art not fheen , Altho ' thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly ; Moft ...
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... fing , & c . Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's Son , As you have whisper'd faithfully you were , And as mine eye doth his effigies witnefs , Moft truly limm'd , and living in your face , Be truly welcome hither . I'm the ...
... fing , & c . Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's Son , As you have whisper'd faithfully you were , And as mine eye doth his effigies witnefs , Moft truly limm'd , and living in your face , Be truly welcome hither . I'm the ...
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... fing my fong without a burden ; thou bring'ft me out of tune . Rof . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak ; Sweet , say on . SCENE VII . SCENE Enter Orlando and Jaques . OU bring 46 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... fing my fong without a burden ; thou bring'ft me out of tune . Rof . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak ; Sweet , say on . SCENE VII . SCENE Enter Orlando and Jaques . OU bring 46 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.