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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... brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. : Count . Nor I your mother ...
... brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. : Count . Nor I your mother ...
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... brother ) Indeed my mother ! - -or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be ...
... brother ) Indeed my mother ! - -or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be ...
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... brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't pleafe your Lordfhip . I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the houfe , and fhew The lafs I fpoke of . 1 Lord . But you fay fhe's honest . you Ber . That's all the ...
... brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't pleafe your Lordfhip . I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the houfe , and fhew The lafs I fpoke of . 1 Lord . But you fay fhe's honest . you Ber . That's all the ...
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... brother , We've caught the woodcock , and will keep him muff- Till we do hear from them . Sol . Captain , I will . Lord . He will betray us all unto ourselves . Inform ' em that . Sol . So I will , Sir . [ led Lord . Till then I'll keep ...
... brother , We've caught the woodcock , and will keep him muff- Till we do hear from them . Sol . Captain , I will . Lord . He will betray us all unto ourselves . Inform ' em that . Sol . So I will , Sir . [ led Lord . Till then I'll keep ...
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... entail from all remainders , and a perpetual fuc- ceffion for it perpetually . Int . What's his brother , the other Captain Dumain 2 Int . 64 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 4 Int. I perceive, Sir, by the General's ...
... entail from all remainders , and a perpetual fuc- ceffion for it perpetually . Int . What's his brother , the other Captain Dumain 2 Int . 64 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 4 Int. I perceive, Sir, by the General's ...
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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...