| William Mudford - 1849 - 356 páginas
...gambler. Until that moment, the master-passion of his nature had slumbered within him unsuspected." We know what we are, but know not what we may be," says the fair Ophelia, in her madness. How frequently the beginning of a course of action, which gives... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 páginas
...[Sings. Enter King. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord. King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ield you ! They say the owl was a baker's daughter! Lord,...at your table ! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Tray, let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you what it means, say you this : Good morrow,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 páginas
...Larded all with siceet flowers ; Which beivept to the grave did go, With true-love showers. • Xing. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, God'ield || you...daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what wo may be. God be at your table ! King. Conceit upon her father. * Spitefully. t Guess. t Trifle, Oph.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 páginas
...Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go, With true-love showers. Kiny. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, God'ield || you...be at your table ! King. Conceit upon her father. • Spitefully. t Guess. t Trifle. i Misfortune. I Reward. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 páginas
...here, my lord Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go, With true-love showers. King. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well,...but know not what we may be. God be at your table ! JKing. Conceit upon her father. • Spitefully. t Guess. t Trifle. i Misfortune. g Reward. Oph. Pray,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 páginas
...King. How do vou. pretty ladv? Oph. Well, God Meld" vou! They say, the ow. was a baker's dauchter. t yoiir table ! King. Conceit upon her father. ";.''. Pray, let us have no words of this; bill when they... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 páginas
...to the grave did go, With true-love showers. King. How do you do, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, God 'ield you ! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, hut know not what we may be. God be at your table I King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray let us... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 páginas
...writes them all alike : and so of men. If. iii. 1. HAN, — continued. We came crying hither. KL iv. 6. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. H. iv. 5. Know thou this : — that men Are a8 the time is. KL v. 3. O momentary grace of mortal men,... | |
| William Ferguson Beatson Laurie - 1854 - 592 páginas
...by our immortal Shakspere into the mouth of Ophelia : — " They say the Owl was a baker's daughter, we know what we are, but, know not what we may be.*' The river steamers with any intelligence from Prome were always welcome to the quid munesojourners... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 páginas
...to the grave did not go, With true-love showers. KINS. How do you, pretty lady? OPH. Well, God 'ield you ! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord,...your table ! KING. Conceit upon her father. OPH. Pray you, let us have no words of this ; but what they ask you what it means, say you this: To-morrow is... | |
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