 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.  The bagman's bioscope - Էջ 323William Bayley (of Yorkshire.) - 1824 - 365 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 էջ
...necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity. R. II. i. 3. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. KL iii. 2. Necessity will make us all forsworn. LL i. 1. O, reason not the need : our basest beggars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 էջ
...Come on, my boy. How doet, my boy Î art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with hü Forces ; an Officer of TALBOT'S with hi — Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart Tbat 's sorry yet for thee.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 էջ
...Come on, my bar : How dost, my boy ? Art cold 1 I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow! Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 էջ
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy? Art cold? J 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.... | |
 | Delia Salter Bacon - 1857 - 706 էջ
...comment and interpretation. 'Art cold[totheFoof]1 I am cold myself. Where ia.this STRAW, my fellow If The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Come, bring ua to this hovel.' For this is what that wild tragic poetic resistance... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 էջ
...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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 էջ
...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.... | |
 | National association for the promotion of social science - 1881 - 940 էջ
...sadly changed, in our modern English, into ' cunning ' — speaks of art as a mere handicraft : — The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. The word art, as now generally used and understood by us, is of comparatively modern date. Neither Egyptians,... | |
 | 1858 - 428 էջ
...welcomed by the hunger-bitten, and will see new significance in the exclamation of King Lear :— " The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious." Prof. JD BUTLER. FORT WAYNE AND VICINITY. Until within the last two years the only way of reaching... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 էջ
...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.... | |
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