The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Том 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... leaving her In the protection of his fon , her brother , Who fhortly alfo died ; for whofe dear love , They fay , the hath abjured the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferved that Lady , And might not be delivered to the ...
... leaving her In the protection of his fon , her brother , Who fhortly alfo died ; for whofe dear love , They fay , the hath abjured the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferved that Lady , And might not be delivered to the ...
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... leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's fleth as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here . comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOL FO . fools ...
... leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's fleth as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here . comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOL FO . fools ...
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... leave to prove you a fool Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterously , good Madona . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechife you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness ...
... leave to prove you a fool Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterously , good Madona . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechife you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness ...
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... leave the world no copy . Oli . O , Sir , I will not be io hard - hearted : I will give out diverfe schedules of my beauty . It fhall be inventoried , and every particle and utenfil la- belled to my will ; as , Item , two hips ...
... leave the world no copy . Oli . O , Sir , I will not be io hard - hearted : I will give out diverfe schedules of my beauty . It fhall be inventoried , and every particle and utenfil la- belled to my will ; as , Item , two hips ...
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... leave , that I may bear my evils alone . It ' were a bad recompenfe for your love to lay any of them on you . Ant . Let me yet know of you whither you are bound . Seb . No , footh , Sir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ; but ...
... leave , that I may bear my evils alone . It ' were a bad recompenfe for your love to lay any of them on you . Ant . Let me yet know of you whither you are bound . Seb . No , footh , Sir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ; but ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.