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... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit ...
... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit ...
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... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell ; if I can remember . thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- ritable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think under Mars . Par ...
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell ; if I can remember . thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- ritable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think under Mars . Par ...
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... Exit SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
... Exit SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
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... Exit the business is for Helen to come hither . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herfelf , without other advantages ...
... Exit the business is for Helen to come hither . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herfelf , without other advantages ...
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William Shakespeare. you for your honeft [ Exit Steward . ftall this in your bofom , and I thank care ; I will speak with you further anon . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's ...
William Shakespeare. you for your honeft [ Exit Steward . ftall this in your bofom , and I thank care ; I will speak with you further anon . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's ...
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Página 324 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 324 - 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.
Página 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.