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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... Lord . Parolles , a parasitical follower of Bertram ; a coward , but vain , and a great pretender to valour . Several young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Steward , fervants to the Count- Clown , efs of ...
... Lord . Parolles , a parasitical follower of Bertram ; a coward , but vain , and a great pretender to valour . Several young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Steward , fervants to the Count- Clown , efs of ...
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... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gentle- woman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gentle- woman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
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... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can ...
... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can ...
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... Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . I Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord , Young Bertram . King ...
... Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . I Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord , Young Bertram . King ...
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... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that leaft lend it you , fhall lack you firft . King . I fill a place , I know ' t , How long is ' t , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince ...
... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that leaft lend it you , fhall lack you firft . King . I fill a place , I know ' t , How long is ' t , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince ...
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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 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 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Page 84 - 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.