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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... Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm` ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and sickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no ...
... Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm` ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and sickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no ...
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... some reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par . Ay , Sir . Why dost Laf . The devil it is that's thy mafter . thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? doft make hofe of ...
... some reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par . Ay , Sir . Why dost Laf . The devil it is that's thy mafter . thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? doft make hofe of ...
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... Some private fpeech with you . Ber . I fhall obey his will . ; nor does You must not marvel , Helen , at my courfe , Which holds not colour with the time The miniftration and required office On my particular . Prepar'd I was not For ...
... Some private fpeech with you . Ber . I fhall obey his will . ; nor does You must not marvel , Helen , at my courfe , Which holds not colour with the time The miniftration and required office On my particular . Prepar'd I was not For ...
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... some one amongst us , whom we must produce for an interpreter . Sol . Good Captain let me be th ' interpreter . Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy ...
... some one amongst us , whom we must produce for an interpreter . Sol . Good Captain let me be th ' interpreter . Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy ...
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... Some mollification for your giant , fweet lady . Oli . Tell me your mind . Vio , I am a meffenger . Oli . Sure you have fome hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your of- fice . in Vio . It alone ...
... Some mollification for your giant , fweet lady . Oli . Tell me your mind . Vio , I am a meffenger . Oli . Sure you have fome hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your of- fice . in Vio . It alone ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...