The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... fervice , freely have they leave . To ftand on either part . 2 Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ... fervice of the time , and was Difcipled of the brav'ft . He lafted long ; But on us both did haggifh age fteal on , And ...
... fervice , freely have they leave . To ftand on either part . 2 Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry ... fervice of the time , and was Difcipled of the brav'ft . He lafted long ; But on us both did haggifh age fteal on , And ...
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... fervice is no he- ritage , and I think I fhall never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are bleffings , Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires ...
... fervice is no he- ritage , and I think I fhall never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are bleffings , Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires ...
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... fervice , ever whilst I live , Into your guided power . This is the man . [ To Bertram , King . Why then , young Bertram , take her , fhe's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to ...
... fervice , ever whilst I live , Into your guided power . This is the man . [ To Bertram , King . Why then , young Bertram , take her , fhe's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to ...
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... fervice . Wid . It is reported , that he has ta'en their greatest commander ; and that with his own hand he flew the Duke's brother . We have loft our labour , they are gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . Mar ...
... fervice . Wid . It is reported , that he has ta'en their greatest commander ; and that with his own hand he flew the Duke's brother . We have loft our labour , they are gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . Mar ...
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... fervice . Fel . His name , I pray you ? Dia . The Count Roufillon : know you fuch a one ? Hel . But by the ear , that hears most nobly of him ; His face I know not . Dia . Whatfoe'er he is , He's bravely taken here . He ftole from ...
... fervice . Fel . His name , I pray you ? Dia . The Count Roufillon : know you fuch a one ? Hel . But by the ear , that hears most nobly of him ; His face I know not . Dia . Whatfoe'er he is , He's bravely taken here . He ftole from ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth beft Bithynia blood Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fent fervant fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftay ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand uſe whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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Seite 330 - 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 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 59 - 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 252 - 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 241 - 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 84 - 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.