The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Halaman 28
... poor hurt fowl ! now will he creep into fedges . But that my Lady Beatrice fhould know me , and not know me ! the Prince's fool ! ha ? it may be I go under that title , because I am merry ; yea , but fo I am apt to do myself wrong : I ...
... poor hurt fowl ! now will he creep into fedges . But that my Lady Beatrice fhould know me , and not know me ! the Prince's fool ! ha ? it may be I go under that title , because I am merry ; yea , but fo I am apt to do myself wrong : I ...
Halaman 32
... poor fool , it keeps on the windy fide of care . My coufin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart .. Claud . And fo the doth , coufin . • Beat Good Lord , for alliance ! thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am fun ...
... poor fool , it keeps on the windy fide of care . My coufin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart .. Claud . And fo the doth , coufin . • Beat Good Lord , for alliance ! thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am fun ...
Halaman 42
... poor lady worse . Pedro . If he fhould , it were an alms to hang him the's an excellent fweet lady , and ( out of all fufpis sion ) fhe is virtuous . Claud .. And the is exceeding wife . Pedro . In every thing , but in loving Benedick ...
... poor lady worse . Pedro . If he fhould , it were an alms to hang him the's an excellent fweet lady , and ( out of all fufpis sion ) fhe is virtuous . Claud .. And the is exceeding wife . Pedro . In every thing , but in loving Benedick ...
Halaman 58
... poor ones , poor ones may make what price they will . Conr . I wonder at it . Bora . That fhews thou art unconfirmed ; thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet , or a hat , or a cloak , is nothing to a man . Conr . Yes , it is apparel ...
... poor ones , poor ones may make what price they will . Conr . I wonder at it . Bora . That fhews thou art unconfirmed ; thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet , or a hat , or a cloak , is nothing to a man . Conr . Yes , it is apparel ...
Halaman 63
... poor Duke's officers ; but truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious as a king , I could find in my heart to beftow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tedioufnefs on me , ha ? F 2 ABOUT NOTHING . .63 not; but methinks you ...
... poor Duke's officers ; but truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious as a king , I could find in my heart to beftow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tedioufnefs on me , ha ? F 2 ABOUT NOTHING . .63 not; but methinks you ...
Istilah dan frasa umum
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Bagian yang populer
Halaman 124 - 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...
Halaman 281 - 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!
Halaman 229 - 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.
Halaman 213 - 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.