The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... foul the clearness of our defervings , when of our- felves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , firrah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flownefs that I do not ; for L ...
... foul the clearness of our defervings , when of our- felves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , firrah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flownefs that I do not ; for L ...
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... foul - mouth'd and ca- lumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true : " fhall find ; " Your marriage comes by destiny , your cuckow fings " by ...
... foul - mouth'd and ca- lumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true : " fhall find ; " Your marriage comes by destiny , your cuckow fings " by ...
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... foul of this man is his cloaths . Truft him not in mat- ter of heavy confequence . I have kept of them tame , and know their natures . Farewel , Monfieur ; I have fpoken better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we ...
... foul of this man is his cloaths . Truft him not in mat- ter of heavy confequence . I have kept of them tame , and know their natures . Farewel , Monfieur ; I have fpoken better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we ...
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... foul upon oath , never trust my judgment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let him fetch his drum ; he fays , he has a ftratagem for't ; when your Lordship fees the bottom of his fuccefs in't , and to what metal ...
... foul upon oath , never trust my judgment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let him fetch his drum ; he fays , he has a ftratagem for't ; when your Lordship fees the bottom of his fuccefs in't , and to what metal ...
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... foul , In your fine frame hath love no quality ? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind , You are no maiden , but a monument . When you are dead , you should be fuch a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now ...
... foul , In your fine frame hath love no quality ? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind , You are no maiden , but a monument . When you are dead , you should be fuch a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1769 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt anſwer Antipholis Arth beſt Bithynia blood buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feem fent ferve fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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Página 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...