The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
From inside the book
Results 6-10 of 69
Page 41
... foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir ------ Duke . I cannot be fo answered . Vio . Sooth , but you must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you ...
... foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir ------ Duke . I cannot be fo answered . Vio . Sooth , but you must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you ...
Page 64
... not for gravity to play at cherry - pit with Satan . Hang him , foul collier . Mar. Get him to fay his prayers , good Sir Toby ; get him to pray . Mal . My prayers , minx ! Mar. No , I warrant you , he will not 64 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
... not for gravity to play at cherry - pit with Satan . Hang him , foul collier . Mar. Get him to fay his prayers , good Sir Toby ; get him to pray . Mal . My prayers , minx ! Mar. No , I warrant you , he will not 64 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
Page 66
... fouls : he may have mercy upon " mine , but my hope is better , and fo look to thy- " felf . Thy friend as thou useft him , and thy fworn enemy , Andrew Aguecheek . " If this letter move him not , his legs cannot : I'll give't him . Mar ...
... fouls : he may have mercy upon " mine , but my hope is better , and fo look to thy- " felf . Thy friend as thou useft him , and thy fworn enemy , Andrew Aguecheek . " If this letter move him not , his legs cannot : I'll give't him . Mar ...
Page 67
... Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : fare thee well : A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell . [ Exit . Enter Sir TOBY and FABIAN . Sir To . Gentleman WHAT YOU WILE .: 67.
... Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : fare thee well : A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell . [ Exit . Enter Sir TOBY and FABIAN . Sir To . Gentleman WHAT YOU WILE .: 67.
Page 68
... fouls and bodies hath he divorced three , and his incenfement at this mo- ment is fo implacable , that fatisfaction can be . none , but by pangs of death and fepulchre : hob , nob , is : his word ; give't or take't . Vio . I will return ...
... fouls and bodies hath he divorced three , and his incenfement at this mo- ment is fo implacable , that fatisfaction can be . none , but by pangs of death and fepulchre : hob , nob , is : his word ; give't or take't . Vio . I will return ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
Popular passages
Page 7 - 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 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Page 287 - 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 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Page 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Page 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.