The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Band 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Give me excefs of it , that furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour ...
... Give me excefs of it , that furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour ...
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... give him fome good counfel , for he feems to have the quotidian of love upon him And a hundred other paffages might be quoted , did the matter require any proof . Mr Warburton . A brother's dead love , which fhe would keep fresh 8 ...
... give him fome good counfel , for he feems to have the quotidian of love upon him And a hundred other paffages might be quoted , did the matter require any proof . Mr Warburton . A brother's dead love , which fhe would keep fresh 8 ...
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... give them wifdom that have it ; and thofe that are fools , let them ufe their talents . Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being fo long abfent , or be turned away ; is not that as good as a hanging to you ? Clo . Marry , a good hanging ...
... give them wifdom that have it ; and thofe that are fools , let them ufe their talents . Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being fo long abfent , or be turned away ; is not that as good as a hanging to you ? Clo . Marry , a good hanging ...
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... give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry : bid the difhoneft man mend himfelf ; if he mend , he is no longer difhoncft ; if he cannot , let the botcher mend him . Any thing , that's mended , is but patched ; virtue , that ...
... give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry : bid the difhoneft man mend himfelf ; if he mend , he is no longer difhoncft ; if he cannot , let the botcher mend him . Any thing , that's mended , is but patched ; virtue , that ...
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... Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my We'll once more hear Orfino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ face ; Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is the ? Vio . Speak to me , I fhall anfwer for 22 TWELFTH NIGHT : Or , Enter ...
... Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my We'll once more hear Orfino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ face ; Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is the ? Vio . Speak to me , I fhall anfwer for 22 TWELFTH NIGHT : Or , Enter ...
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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
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.