 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 756 страници
...Unprofitable ftock, I ferve for nought." FAL. My king ! my Jove ! 8 I fpeak to thee, my heart ! KING. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jefter ! I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man, So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo profane; tr... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 424 страници
...you your wits? know you what 'tis you fpeak? Fal. My King, my Jove, I fpeak to thee, my heart. King. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool and jefter! I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man, So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo profane ; But,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 694 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you fpeak I Fnl. My king ! my Jove \ I fpeak to thee my heart f King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jeller! , I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man, So furfeit-fweli'd, fo old, and fo profane ; s... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 452 страници
...wits ? know you what 'tis you fpeak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I fpeak to thee, my heart! King. I knoV thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jefter ! I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man, So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo profane ; But,... | |
 | George Mason - 1801 - 260 страници
...that conibntly beat againft ir. Portlocí's Voyage. SURTEIT-SWELLED. part. adj. Svvoln with furfeits. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool and jeder ! 1 have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man, Soferfcit-fiucU'il, fo old, and fo profane. Sbat.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell' d, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 страници
...you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane; But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;5 But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 488 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;5 But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 502 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake,... | |
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I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! 
