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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... husband ; And what to your fworn counsel I have spoken , Is fo , from word to word ; and then you cannot , By the good aid that I of you shall borrow , Err in beltowing it . Wid . I fhould believe you , For you have fhew'd me that ...
... husband ; And what to your fworn counsel I have spoken , Is fo , from word to word ; and then you cannot , By the good aid that I of you shall borrow , Err in beltowing it . Wid . I fhould believe you , For you have fhew'd me that ...
Стр. 68
... Husband . In fhort , the Text is , without all Queftion , corrupted ; and we fhould read it thus . -Since Frenchmen are fo braid , Marry ' em that will , I'de live and dye a Maid . i . e . fince Frenchmen prove fo crooked and perverfe ...
... Husband . In fhort , the Text is , without all Queftion , corrupted ; and we fhould read it thus . -Since Frenchmen are fo braid , Marry ' em that will , I'de live and dye a Maid . i . e . fince Frenchmen prove fo crooked and perverfe ...
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... husband hies him home ; where , heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good lord the King , We'll be before our welcome . Wid . Gentle Madam , You never had a fervant , to whofe trust Your bufinefs was more welcome . Hel . Nor you ...
... husband hies him home ; where , heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good lord the King , We'll be before our welcome . Wid . Gentle Madam , You never had a fervant , to whofe trust Your bufinefs was more welcome . Hel . Nor you ...
Стр. 88
... Husband the fecond Time , why should it give the King fuch mortal Pangs ? A fond and disappointed Mother might reasonably not defire to live to fee fuch a Day : and from her the Wish of dying , rather than to behold it , comes , with ...
... Husband the fecond Time , why should it give the King fuch mortal Pangs ? A fond and disappointed Mother might reasonably not defire to live to fee fuch a Day : and from her the Wish of dying , rather than to behold it , comes , with ...
Стр. 91
... husband for her . [ To Bertram . Ber . My Lord , this is a fond and defp'rate creature , Whom fometime I have laugh'd with : let your High- nefs Lay Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour , Than All's well , that Ends well . 91.
... husband for her . [ To Bertram . Ber . My Lord , this is a fond and defp'rate creature , Whom fometime I have laugh'd with : let your High- nefs Lay Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour , Than All's well , that Ends well . 91.
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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.