The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 34
... first act . My fon's no dearer . -Welcome , Count , Befides , Dauphin in the old impreffions is conflantly fpelt as the fish , dolphin . But then confidering on the other hand , As found as a roach , As whole as a fifh , are proverbial ...
... first act . My fon's no dearer . -Welcome , Count , Befides , Dauphin in the old impreffions is conflantly fpelt as the fish , dolphin . But then confidering on the other hand , As found as a roach , As whole as a fifh , are proverbial ...
Page 38
... be the refult of it . The regulation , I have given , muft ftrike every reader fo ' at first glancë ,, that it needs not a word in confirmation , Of Of honour'd bones , indeed : What should be said 38 : ALL's well , that ENDS well ;
... be the refult of it . The regulation , I have given , muft ftrike every reader fo ' at first glancë ,, that it needs not a word in confirmation , Of Of honour'd bones , indeed : What should be said 38 : ALL's well , that ENDS well ;
Page 41
... first book of Virgil's Æneis . Quos Ego - fed motos præftat componere Fluctus , So likewife in Terence ; Mala mens , malus animus ; quem quidem Ego fi fenfero , - Sed quid opus eft verbis ? Andr . A I. Sc . I .. But I fhall have ...
... first book of Virgil's Æneis . Quos Ego - fed motos præftat componere Fluctus , So likewife in Terence ; Mala mens , malus animus ; quem quidem Ego fi fenfero , - Sed quid opus eft verbis ? Andr . A I. Sc . I .. But I fhall have ...
Page 47
... first view , To you that know them not . This to my mother . " Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you , fo I leave you to your wisdom . Hel . Sir , I can nothing say , [ Giving a letter But that I am your moft obedient fervant . Ber ...
... first view , To you that know them not . This to my mother . " Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you , fo I leave you to your wisdom . Hel . Sir , I can nothing say , [ Giving a letter But that I am your moft obedient fervant . Ber ...
Page 51
... first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my son ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence ? We met him thitherward , from thence we came ; And after fome dispatch in hand at court , Thither we ...
... first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my son ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence ? We met him thitherward , from thence we came ; And after fome dispatch in hand at court , Thither we ...
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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.