Shakspere plays, Volumen11

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Página 32 - Nay,fometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man : what Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make One of her women Lawyer to me, for I yet not vnderftand the cafe my felfe. By your leaue. Knackes. Enter a Lady. La. Who's there that knockes ? Clot. A Gentleman. La. No more. Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne. La. That's more
Página 32 - be vp, He fpeake with her : if not Let her lye ftill, and dreame : by your leaue hoa, I know her women are about her : what If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold Which buyes admittance ( oft it doth ) yea, and makes Diana's Rangers falfe
Página 44 - but are changing ftill ; One Vice, but of a minute old, for one Not halfe fo old as that. He write againft them, Deteft them, curfe them : yet 'tis greater Skill In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will : The very Diuels cannot plague them better.
Página 34 - And am fo neere the lacke of Charitie To accufe my felfe, I hate you : which I had rather You felt, then make't my boaft. Clot. You finne againft Obedience, which you owe your Father, for The Contract you pretend with that bafe Wretch, One, bred of Almes, and fofter'd with cold difhes, With fcraps o'th'Court : It is no
Página 4 - which I had let Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father, And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North, Shakes all our buddes from growing. Enter a Lady. La. The Queene (Madam) Defires your
Página 104 - two Boyes. Poß. Nay, do not wonder at it : you are made Rather to wonder at the things you heare, Then to worke any. Will you Rime vpon't, And vent it for a Mock'rie ? Heere is one : "Two Boyes,an Oldman
Página 43 - And that moft venerable man, which I Did call my Father, was, I know not where When I was ftampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles Made me a counterfeit : yet my Mother feem'd
Página 113 - of parting, as the procuring of mirth : you come in faint for want of meate, depart reeling with too much drinke : forrie that you haue payed too much, and forry that you are payed
Página 122 - sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. lack. That Paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my falfe fpirits Quaile to remember. Giue me leaue, I

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