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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... house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo nfrom me , I bury a fecond husband . IN Ber . And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ...
... house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo nfrom me , I bury a fecond husband . IN Ber . And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ...
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... house , and the detefted wife . Par . Will this capricic hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why ...
... house , and the detefted wife . Par . Will this capricic hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why ...
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... house , And angel's office'd all I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour my report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's ...
... house , And angel's office'd all I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour my report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's ...
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... house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it this matron , and this gentle maid To eat with us to - night , the charge and thanking Shall be for me : and to requite you further , I will bestow fome precepts on this virgin Worthy the ...
... house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it this matron , and this gentle maid To eat with us to - night , the charge and thanking Shall be for me : and to requite you further , I will bestow fome precepts on this virgin Worthy the ...
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... house . Enter Helena , and Widow . Hel . If you mifdoubt me that I am not fhe , I know not how I fhall affure you further ; But I fhall lofe the grounds I work upon . Wid . Tho ' my eftate be fallen , I was well born , Ga Nothing ...
... house . Enter Helena , and Widow . Hel . If you mifdoubt me that I am not fhe , I know not how I fhall affure you further ; But I fhall lofe the grounds I work upon . Wid . Tho ' my eftate be fallen , I was well born , Ga Nothing ...
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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...