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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... present anfwer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon : This is not much . Clo . Not much commendation to them ? Count . Not much employment for you ; you under- ftand me ? Clo . Moft fruitfully , I am there before my legs . Count ...
... present anfwer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon : This is not much . Clo . Not much commendation to them ? Count . Not much employment for you ; you under- ftand me ? Clo . Moft fruitfully , I am there before my legs . Count ...
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... present parting ; only he defires Some private fpeech with you . Ber . I fhall obey his will . ; nor does You must not marvel , Helen , at my courfe , Which holds not colour with the time The miniftration and required office On my ...
... present parting ; only he defires Some private fpeech with you . Ber . I fhall obey his will . ; nor does You must not marvel , Helen , at my courfe , Which holds not colour with the time The miniftration and required office On my ...
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... present ; is't not well done ? [ Unveiling : Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , Sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whofe red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning ...
... present ; is't not well done ? [ Unveiling : Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , Sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whofe red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning ...
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... present with you : Hold , there's half my coffer . Ant . Will you deny me now ? Is't poffible that my deferts to you Can lack perfuafion ? do not tempt my misery , Left that it make me fo unfound a man , As to upbraid you with thofe ...
... present with you : Hold , there's half my coffer . Ant . Will you deny me now ? Is't poffible that my deferts to you Can lack perfuafion ? do not tempt my misery , Left that it make me fo unfound a man , As to upbraid you with thofe ...
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... present hour , Which I have wond'red at . In hope it shall not , Moft freely I confefs , myself and Sir Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon fome stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him . Maria writ The ...
... present hour , Which I have wond'red at . In hope it shall not , Moft freely I confefs , myself and Sir Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon fome stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him . Maria writ The ...
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againſt anſwer Antipholis Arth beſt Bithynia blood buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feem fent ferve fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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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...