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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... Lady , you must hold the cre- dit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my fa- ther ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he ...
... Lady , you must hold the cre- dit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my fa- ther ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he ...
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... Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
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... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
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... Lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gent . Indeed , good Lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
... Lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gent . Indeed , good Lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
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... liking . Think you it is fo ? Hel . Ay , furely , merely truth ; I know his lady . Dia . There is a gentleman that ferves the Count Dia . 46 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Act 3 . enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines ...
... liking . Think you it is fo ? Hel . Ay , furely , merely truth ; I know his lady . Dia . There is a gentleman that ferves the Count Dia . 46 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Act 3 . enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines ...
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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...