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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... husband . IN Ber . And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I must attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , e- vermore in fubjection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you ...
... husband . IN Ber . And I in going , Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I must attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , e- vermore in fubjection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you ...
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... husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ...
... husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ...
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... husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know ...
... husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know ...
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... husband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter , Gentlemen ? 1 Gent . Ay , Madam ; and , for the contents ' fake , are forry for our pains . Count . I pr'ythee , Lady , have ...
... husband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter , Gentlemen ? 1 Gent . Ay , Madam ; and , for the contents ' fake , are forry for our pains . Count . I pr'ythee , Lady , have ...
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... husband ; And what to your fworn counsel I have spoken , Is fo , from word to word ; and then you cannot , By the good aid that I of you fhall borrow , Err in beftowing it . Wid . I fhould believe you , For you have fhew'd me that which ...
... husband ; And what to your fworn counsel I have spoken , Is fo , from word to word ; and then you cannot , By the good aid that I of you fhall borrow , Err in beftowing it . Wid . I fhould believe you , For you have fhew'd me that which ...
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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...