The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Том 3A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... son , were not my brother ) Indeed my mother ! or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen ...
... son , were not my brother ) Indeed my mother ! or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen ...
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... son out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , [ To the fourth . Par . I am fure thy father drunk wine.- Laf . But if thou be'ft not an ass , I am a Youth of fourteen . I have known thee already ...
... son out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , [ To the fourth . Par . I am fure thy father drunk wine.- Laf . But if thou be'ft not an ass , I am a Youth of fourteen . I have known thee already ...
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... Son , on my life , I've seen her wear it , and the reckon❜d it At her life's rate . Laf . I'm fure I faw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv'd , my Lord , fhe never faw.it. In - Florence was it from a cafement thrown me , an Wrapp'd in ...
... Son , on my life , I've seen her wear it , and the reckon❜d it At her life's rate . Laf . I'm fure I faw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv'd , my Lord , fhe never faw.it. In - Florence was it from a cafement thrown me , an Wrapp'd in ...
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... son ledt 11 Out of the chamber with her . Were I a tyrant , Where were her life ? the durft not call me fo , If he did know me one . Away with her . Paul . I pray you do not pufh me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis ...
... son ledt 11 Out of the chamber with her . Were I a tyrant , Where were her life ? the durft not call me fo , If he did know me one . Away with her . Paul . I pray you do not pufh me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis ...
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... Son of Polixenes , with his Princefs ( the The fairest I have yet beheld ) , desires access To your high presence . Leo . What with him ? he comes not Like to his father's greatness ; his approach , So out of circumftance and fudden ...
... Son of Polixenes , with his Princefs ( the The fairest I have yet beheld ) , desires access To your high presence . Leo . What with him ? he comes not Like to his father's greatness ; his approach , So out of circumftance and fudden ...
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Стр. 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.
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Стр. 108 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.