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|William Shakespeare, Sir Henry Irving, Frank Albert Marshall, Edward Dowden. |
Juq. God b'wi' you! let 'a meet as little as we can. Orl. I do desire we may be better
strangers. (Act iii. 2. 273, 274.) TVmeA. Truly. I would the god» h«d made ...
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|1. I do desire that we may be better strangers. (As You Like It) 2. This Triton of the |
minnows? (Coriolanus) 3. So much for him. (Hamlet) 4. Thou wretched, rash,
intruding fool, farewell! (Hamlet) 5. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good ...
|I 839 I rs Straining, More straining on, for plucking back ' WZy1igr'g Tale. 4 3 Strait|
. ... Stranger. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here Cornedy QfError.v. I
do desire we may be better strangers - /l.r You Like It. -- Methinks you walk like ...
|Commend it strangely to some place where chance may nurse, or end it W. T. |
You all look strangely on me - - 2 Henry iv ... Then swore he, that he was a
stranger here I do desire we may be better strangers Methinks you walk like
|3 This is above all strangeness - - hear. 4 He lii.ill in strangeness stand no |
farther off than in a politic distance Qtbelk. 3 Stranger. Then swore he, that he
was a stranger here - Comedy of Errors. 4 I do desire we may be better
|14 I do desire we may be better strangers. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 274. 15 |
Can one desire too much of a good thing? .4* You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 123. 16
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no ...
|Bk. 1. Ch. 6.] Had doating Priam checked his son's desire, Troy had been bright |
with fame and not with fire. Ibid. The Rape of Lucrece. 1.1490. Orlando. I do
desire we may be better strangers. Ibid. As You Like R. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 1. 274.
|ORLANDO I do desire we may be better strangers. I hope we can be better |
strangers. JAQUES I pray you, mar no more trees with writing lovesongs in their
barks. Please, harm no more trees by writing love poems on their trunks.
ORLANDO I ...