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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... I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . I Lord . Farewel , Captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
... I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . I Lord . Farewel , Captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
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... I'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go call before me all the Lords in court . Sit ...
... I'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go call before me all the Lords in court . Sit ...
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... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake ; Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her ; fure they are bastards to the English , the French ne ...
... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake ; Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her ; fure they are bastards to the English , the French ne ...
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... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter Lafeu . Laf Sirrah , your lord and mafter's married ; there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft ...
... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter Lafeu . Laf Sirrah , your lord and mafter's married ; there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft ...
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... I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
... I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
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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...