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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... say . Laf . That gave him out incurable , — Par . Why , there ' tis , fo fay I too . Laf . Not to be help'd , - Par . Right , as ' twere a man affur'd of an- Laf . Uncertain life , and fure death , - - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo ...
... say . Laf . That gave him out incurable , — Par . Why , there ' tis , fo fay I too . Laf . Not to be help'd , - Par . Right , as ' twere a man affur'd of an- Laf . Uncertain life , and fure death , - - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo ...
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... Say what I think of it , fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guess'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come ...
... Say what I think of it , fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guess'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come ...
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... say so . Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the ftart , Can woman me unto ' t . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone to ferve ...
... say so . Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the ftart , Can woman me unto ' t . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone to ferve ...
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... say she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which fhe did re - fend ; And this is ...
... say she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which fhe did re - fend ; And this is ...
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... crafts That you do charge men with : ftand no more off , But give thyself unto my fick defires , Which then recover . Say , thou art mine ; and ever My love , as it begins , thall fo perfevere 56 A & 17 . All's well that ends well .
... crafts That you do charge men with : ftand no more off , But give thyself unto my fick defires , Which then recover . Say , thou art mine ; and ever My love , as it begins , thall fo perfevere 56 A & 17 . All's well that ends well .
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1771 |
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth beft Bithynia blood Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fent fervant fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftay ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand uſe whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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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 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 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 84 - 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.