The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... master have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a fovereign , A counsellor , a traitress , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His ...
... master have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a fovereign , A counsellor , a traitress , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His ...
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... Master's married , there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par ...
... Master's married , there's news for you : you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par ...
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... master's undoing : to fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir ...
... master's undoing : to fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir ...
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... Master thou talk'ft of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I'm a woodland fellow , Sir , that always lov'd a great fire ; and the Mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire ; but , fure , he is the Prince of the world , let his Nobility remain in's ...
... Master thou talk'ft of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I'm a woodland fellow , Sir , that always lov'd a great fire ; and the Mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire ; but , fure , he is the Prince of the world , let his Nobility remain in's ...
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... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not understand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my foul within ...
... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not understand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my foul within ...
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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.