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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... a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re cantation . Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my master ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I Sc . 7 . હત All's well that ends well .
... a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re cantation . Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my master ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I Sc . 7 . હત All's well that ends well .
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... master , Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off ; By him and by this woman here , what know you ? Par . So pleafe your Majesty , my master hath been an honourable Gentleman . Tricks he hath had in him , which Gentlemen have . King ...
... master , Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off ; By him and by this woman here , what know you ? Par . So pleafe your Majesty , my master hath been an honourable Gentleman . Tricks he hath had in him , which Gentlemen have . King ...
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... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not underftand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabbin at your gate , And call upon my foul within ...
... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not underftand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabbin at your gate , And call upon my foul within ...
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... master's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart , which now abhors , to like his love . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Changes to an apartment in Olivia's houfe . Enter Sir Toby , Sir Andrew ...
... master's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart , which now abhors , to like his love . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Changes to an apartment in Olivia's houfe . Enter Sir Toby , Sir Andrew ...
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... mocks reproof . fault : Vio . With the fame ' haviour that your paffion bears , Goes on my master's grief . Oli . Here , wear this jewel for me , ' tis my picture ; 3 Refufe it not , it hath no tongue to vex Sc . 11 . What you will . 129.
... mocks reproof . fault : Vio . With the fame ' haviour that your paffion bears , Goes on my master's grief . Oli . Here , wear this jewel for me , ' tis my picture ; 3 Refufe it not , it hath no tongue to vex Sc . 11 . What you will . 129.
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Стр. 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.
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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.