The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 38
... should be faid ? ] This is fuch pretty stuff , indeed , as is only worthy of its accurate editors ! the tranfpefition of an innocent ftop , or two , is a talk above their dili- - gence ; efpecially , if common fenfe is to be the refult ...
... should be faid ? ] This is fuch pretty stuff , indeed , as is only worthy of its accurate editors ! the tranfpefition of an innocent ftop , or two , is a talk above their dili- - gence ; efpecially , if common fenfe is to be the refult ...
Page 39
... should be said ?? If thou canst like this creature as a maid ,. P I can create the reft : virtue and she , Is her own dow'r ; honour and wealth from me .. Ber . I cannot love her , nor will ftrive to do't . King . Thou wrong'ft thyfelf ...
... should be said ?? If thou canst like this creature as a maid ,. P I can create the reft : virtue and she , Is her own dow'r ; honour and wealth from me .. Ber . I cannot love her , nor will ftrive to do't . King . Thou wrong'ft thyfelf ...
Page 42
... should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my Lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for pick- ing a kernel out of a pomegranate ...
... should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my Lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for pick- ing a kernel out of a pomegranate ...
Page 43
... should fuftain the bound and high curvet Of Mars's fiery steed : to other regions France is a ftable , we that dwell in't jades , ' Therefore to th ' war . Ber . It fhall be fo , I'll fend her to my houfe , Acquaint my mother with my ...
... should fuftain the bound and high curvet Of Mars's fiery steed : to other regions France is a ftable , we that dwell in't jades , ' Therefore to th ' war . Ber . It fhall be fo , I'll fend her to my houfe , Acquaint my mother with my ...
Page 68
... should be fuch a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet felf was got . Dia . She then was honeft . Ber . Ber . So fhould you be . Dia . No. 68 ALL's well , that ENDS ...
... should be fuch a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet felf was got . Dia . She then was honeft . Ber . Ber . So fhould you be . Dia . No. 68 ALL's well , that ENDS ...
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Page 103 - 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 394 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 258 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 142 - 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.