The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3 |
From inside the book
Page 384
Grief fills the room up of my absent child ; Lyes 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 ?
Grief fills the room up of my absent child ; Lyes 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 ?
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
bear better blood bring brother changes comes Count daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France fuch give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour husband I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter Marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never night noble peace Philip poor pray Prince Queen SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
Popular passages
Page 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 376 - 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.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 97 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Apr 2007 |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |