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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Strana 19
... brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! -or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n ...
... brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! -or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n ...
Strana 53
... hand he flew the Duke's brother . We have loft our labour , they are gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . C 3 Mar. Mar. Come , let's return again , and fuffice ourselves All's well , that Ends well . 1 53.
... hand he flew the Duke's brother . We have loft our labour , they are gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . C 3 Mar. Mar. Come , let's return again , and fuffice ourselves All's well , that Ends well . 1 53.
Strana 60
... brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't pleafe your lordship . I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and fhew you The lafs I spoke of . Lord . But you fay , fhe's honeft . Ber . Ber . That's all ...
... brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't pleafe your lordship . I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and fhew you The lafs I spoke of . Lord . But you fay , fhe's honeft . Ber . Ber . That's all ...
Strana 65
... brother , We've caught the woodcock , and will keep him muf- fled ' Till we do hear from them . Sol . Captain , I will . Lord . He will betray us all unto our felves , Inform ' em That . Sol . So I will , Sir . Lord . " Till then I'll ...
... brother , We've caught the woodcock , and will keep him muf- fled ' Till we do hear from them . Sol . Captain , I will . Lord . He will betray us all unto our felves , Inform ' em That . Sol . So I will , Sir . Lord . " Till then I'll ...
Strana 76
... Brother , the other Captain Dumain 2 Lord . Why does he ask him of me ? Int . What's he ? Par . E'en a crow o'th ' fame neft ; not altogether i great as the first in goodness , but greater a great de in evil . He excels his Brother for ...
... Brother , the other Captain Dumain 2 Lord . Why does he ask him of me ? Int . What's he ? Par . E'en a crow o'th ' fame neft ; not altogether i great as the first in goodness , but greater a great de in evil . He excels his Brother for ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.