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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... peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you , a peace concluded . 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord . I perceive by this demand , you are not al- together of his council ...
... peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you , a peace concluded . 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord . I perceive by this demand , you are not al- together of his council ...
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... faith ; very apt well , go thy way ; if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' 92 Act 1 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , Vio. I'll do my best ...
... faith ; very apt well , go thy way ; if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' 92 Act 1 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , Vio. I'll do my best ...
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that . Here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were best . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . Clo . Wit , and ... Peace, you rogue, no more o' ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that . Here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were best . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . Clo . Wit , and ... Peace, you rogue, no more o' ...
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... peace , and other things of the like rature , were fent , to the fheriff of each county , who was obliged to promulgate them , not only by caufing them to be read in every mar- ket - town , but by affixing them to fome convenient place ...
... peace , and other things of the like rature , were fent , to the fheriff of each county , who was obliged to promulgate them , not only by caufing them to be read in every mar- ket - town , but by affixing them to fome convenient place ...
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... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am and what I would , are as fecret as maiden - head ; to your ...
... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am and what I would , are as fecret as maiden - head ; to your ...
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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...