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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... mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician , fome time ince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the wi- dow . Violenta , Sneighbours and Mariana , friends to the widow . Lords ...
... mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician , fome time ince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the wi- dow . Violenta , Sneighbours and Mariana , friends to the widow . Lords ...
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... mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty 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 ...
... mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty 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 ...
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... mother ; which is moft infallible difo- bedience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Virginity murthers itself , and fhould be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs against nature ...
... mother ; which is moft infallible difo- bedience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Virginity murthers itself , and fhould be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs against nature ...
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... mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall - God fend him well ! - The court's a learning place - and he is one- Par . What one , i̇ ' faith ? Hel . That I wifh well - ' tis pity- Par . What's pity ? Hel . That ...
... mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall - God fend him well ! - The court's a learning place - and he is one- Par . What one , i̇ ' faith ? Hel . That I wifh well - ' tis pity- Par . What's pity ? Hel . That ...
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... mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . ; Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay I am your mother And put you in the ...
... mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . ; Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you ftart at it ? I fay I am your mother And put you in the ...
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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...