The Works of Shakespeare, 7. köideJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well become the best of men To taunt at flackness . Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea , what else ? Can ...
... Sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well become the best of men To taunt at flackness . Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea , what else ? Can ...
Page 185
... sweet dependency , and you fhall find A Conqu'ror that will pray in aid for kindness , Where he for grace is kneel'd to . Cleo . Pray you , tell him , I am his fortune's vaffal , and I fend him The Greatness he has got . I hourly learn ...
... sweet dependency , and you fhall find A Conqu'ror that will pray in aid for kindness , Where he for grace is kneel'd to . Cleo . Pray you , tell him , I am his fortune's vaffal , and I fend him The Greatness he has got . I hourly learn ...
Page 206
... Sweet Sovereign ,. only nimble , dextrous , as it is many times employ'd in our Author ; but likewife , as SKINNER expounds it , fervidus , promptus , præceps , impatiens . Leave us t ' our felves , and make your Leave 206 CYMBELINE.
... Sweet Sovereign ,. only nimble , dextrous , as it is many times employ'd in our Author ; but likewife , as SKINNER expounds it , fervidus , promptus , præceps , impatiens . Leave us t ' our felves , and make your Leave 206 CYMBELINE.
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... sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn - that I thought her As chaste , as unfunn'd fnow . Oh , all the Devils ! This yellow Iachimo in an hour- : -was't not ?. Or less at first ? perchance , he spoke not , but Like a full ...
... sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn - that I thought her As chaste , as unfunn'd fnow . Oh , all the Devils ! This yellow Iachimo in an hour- : -was't not ?. Or less at first ? perchance , he spoke not , but Like a full ...
Page 290
... Sweet words ; or hath more ministers than we , That draw his knives i ' th ' war- him : Well , I will find For being now a favourer to the Briton , No more a Briton , I've refum'd again The part I came in . Fight I will no more , But ...
... Sweet words ; or hath more ministers than we , That draw his knives i ' th ' war- him : Well , I will find For being now a favourer to the Briton , No more a Briton , I've refum'd again The part I came in . Fight I will no more , But ...
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