 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 Seiten
...Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy ? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 Seiten
...mind, than any other consideration. ." Art cold ? " 1 am cold myself. Where is this straw my fellow ? " The art of our necessities is strange, " That can make vile things precious : " Come, your novel." — The facts contained in the following narration were transmitted in a letter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 Seiten
...Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | E H. Seymour - 1805 - 504 Seiten
...me. SCENE II. 84. " Misery acquaints a man with strange A similar reflection occurs in King Lear: " The art of our necessities is strange " That can make vile things precious." ACT III. SCENE I. 96. " Created " Of every creature's best." I perceive no reason to dissent from Dr.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 Seiten
...Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, • That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart3 That 's sorry yet for thee.4 Fool.... | |
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My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. 
