The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits . - How now , wit ? whither wan- der you ? Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel ...
... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits . - How now , wit ? whither wan- der you ? Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel ...
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... reasons . Ros . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad without any . Cel . But is this all for your father ? Ros . No , some of it for my child's father : O , how full of ...
... reasons . Ros . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad without any . Cel . But is this all for your father ? Ros . No , some of it for my child's father : O , how full of ...
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... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . Ros . What is he , that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Cor . That young swain that you saw here but ...
... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . Ros . What is he , that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Cor . That young swain that you saw here but ...
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... reason , I must die . Duke S. What would you have ? your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orl . I almost die for food , and let me have it . Duke S. Sit down and feed , and welcome to our table . Orl ...
... reason , I must die . Duke S. What would you have ? your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orl . I almost die for food , and let me have it . Duke S. Sit down and feed , and welcome to our table . Orl ...
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... reason . Touch . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good man- ners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wicked- ness is sin , and sin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous state ...
... reason . Touch . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good man- ners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wicked- ness is sin , and sin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous state ...
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Page 235 - Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentick place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ! Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.
Page 42 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, "With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes,...
Page 24 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 235 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 42 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 307 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 24 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 235 - Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents!
Page 29 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...