The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Teil 10,Band 3H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... ftrange , ' tis very ftrange , that is the brief and the tedious of it ; and he's of a moft facineri- ous fpirit , that will not acknowledge it to be the- Laf . Very hand of heav'n . Par . Ay , fo I fay . Laf . In a moft weak- Par ...
... ftrange , ' tis very ftrange , that is the brief and the tedious of it ; and he's of a moft facineri- ous fpirit , that will not acknowledge it to be the- Laf . Very hand of heav'n . Par . Ay , fo I fay . Laf . In a moft weak- Par ...
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... ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound diftinction , yet ftand off In differences , fo mighty . If the be All that is virtuous , ( fave what thou diflik'ft , A poor ...
... ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound diftinction , yet ftand off In differences , fo mighty . If the be All that is virtuous , ( fave what thou diflik'ft , A poor ...
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... ftrange fellow , my Lord , that fo confidently seems to undertake this bufinefs , which he knows is not to be done ; damns himself to do it , and dares better be damn'd than to do't ? 2 Lord . You do not know him , my lord , as we do ...
... ftrange fellow , my Lord , that fo confidently seems to undertake this bufinefs , which he knows is not to be done ; damns himself to do it , and dares better be damn'd than to do't ? 2 Lord . You do not know him , my lord , as we do ...
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... ftrange men ! That can fuch fweet ufe make of what they hate , When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You ...
... ftrange men ! That can fuch fweet ufe make of what they hate , When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You ...
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... ftrange upon your wife ? Ber . She's none of mine , my Lord . Dia . If you fhall marry , You give away this hand , and that is mine ; You give away heav'n's vows , and those are mine ; You give away myself , which is known mine ; For I ...
... ftrange upon your wife ? Ber . She's none of mine , my Lord . Dia . If you fhall marry , You give away this hand , and that is mine ; You give away heav'n's vows , and those are mine ; You give away myself , which is known mine ; For I ...
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Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 295 - 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.
Seite 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 283 - 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.
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 419 - 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.