Much Adoe about Nothing

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Lippincott, 1899 - Conspiracies - 420 pages
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Page 149 - ... they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together ; clubs cannot part them.
Page 54 - Ye know that my wife bare me two sons: and the one went out from me, and I said, Surely he is torn in pieces; and I saw him not since: and if ye take this also from me, and mischief befall him, ye shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Page 239 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 42 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 61 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 202 - Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.
Page 191 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 333 - English players, during the end of the sixteenth century and the beginning of the seventeenth...
Page 50 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. If it confess A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life. Ang.. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense that my sense breeds with it.
Page 47 - For occasion, as it is in the common verse, turneth a bald noddle, after she hath presented her locks in front, and no hold taken : or at least turneth the handle of the bottle first to be received, and after the belly, which is hard to clasp.

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