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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... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; i ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewel , my lord ; i ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
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... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free ...
... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free ...
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... pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
... pray you , leave me ; stall this in your bofom , and I thank you for your honest care ; I will speak with you further anon . Enter Helena . [ Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these ...
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE , the Court of France . 22 All's well , that Ends well .
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? I Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir - thick , thick , fpare not me ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? I Clo . O lord , Sir- there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O lord , Sir - thick , thick , fpare not me ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.