The Works of Shakespear: The comedy of errors. The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. King Richard IIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... husband nor my the flave return'd , That in fuch hafte I sent to feek his master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock .. Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the matt he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter ...
... husband nor my the flave return'd , That in fuch hafte I sent to feek his master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock .. Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the matt he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter ...
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... husband start some other where ? Luc . ' Till he come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel tho ' fhe pause ; They can be meek , that have no other caufe : A wretched foul , bruis'd with adverfity , We bid be ...
... husband start some other where ? Luc . ' Till he come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel tho ' fhe pause ; They can be meek , that have no other caufe : A wretched foul , bruis'd with adverfity , We bid be ...
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... husband , I a vine : Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger state , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is drofs , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with ...
... husband , I a vine : Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger state , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is drofs , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with ...
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... husband's office ? fhall , Antipholis , Ev'n in the spring of love , thy love springs rot ? Shall love , in building , grow fo ruinate ? If you did wed my fifter for her wealth , Then for her wealth's fake use her with more kind- nefs ...
... husband's office ? fhall , Antipholis , Ev'n in the spring of love , thy love springs rot ? Shall love , in building , grow fo ruinate ? If you did wed my fifter for her wealth , Then for her wealth's fake use her with more kind- nefs ...
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... husband yet , nor I no wife . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , foft , Sir , hold you ftill ; I'll fetch my fifter , to get her good will . S. Ant . S [ Exit Luciana . CENE III . Enter Dromio of Syracufe . W thou fo faft ? ' HY , how now ...
... husband yet , nor I no wife . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , foft , Sir , hold you ftill ; I'll fetch my fifter , to get her good will . S. Ant . S [ Exit Luciana . CENE III . Enter Dromio of Syracufe . W thou fo faft ? ' HY , how now ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Aumerle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cauſe Conft Coufin death doft thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fair falfe father Faul Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firft fome forrow foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrong fuch fwear fweet Gaunt grief H SCENE hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert huſband itſelf James Gurney John kifs King John lady laft Liege lord mafter Majefty Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland peace Phil pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe Queen reaſon reft Rich ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue whofe whoſe wife York yourſelf
Popular passages
Page 263 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 210 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 266 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 292 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 119 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 317 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 287 - I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.