The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Measure for measure ; Comedy of errors ; Much ado about nothing ; Love's labour's lostC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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Strana 25
... She is , as Shakespeare has it here , Tongue far from beart . " The farther she is from her nest , where her heart is with her young ones , fhe is the louder , or perhaps all tongue . " SMITH . Shakespeare has an expreffion of the like ...
... She is , as Shakespeare has it here , Tongue far from beart . " The farther she is from her nest , where her heart is with her young ones , fhe is the louder , or perhaps all tongue . " SMITH . Shakespeare has an expreffion of the like ...
Strana 26
... She it is . Ifab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . This is the point . The duke is very strangely gone from hence ; Bore many gentlemen , " myfelf being one , In hand , and hope of action : but we do learn By those that know the very ...
... She it is . Ifab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . This is the point . The duke is very strangely gone from hence ; Bore many gentlemen , " myfelf being one , In hand , and hope of action : but we do learn By those that know the very ...
Strana 32
... she profeffes a hot - house ; which , I think , is a very ill houfe too . Efcal . How know you that ? Elbow . My wife , fir , whom I deteft before heaven and your honour , Efcal . How thy wife ? Elb . Ay , fir ; whom , I thank heaven ...
... she profeffes a hot - house ; which , I think , is a very ill houfe too . Efcal . How know you that ? Elbow . My wife , fir , whom I deteft before heaven and your honour , Efcal . How thy wife ? Elb . Ay , fir ; whom , I thank heaven ...
Strana 39
... . I crave your honour's pardon . - What shall be done , fir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Difpofe of her D 4 Το To fome more fitting place ; and that with speed MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 39.
... . I crave your honour's pardon . - What shall be done , fir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Difpofe of her D 4 Το To fome more fitting place ; and that with speed MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 39.
Strana 46
... She speaks , and ' tis Such fenfe , that my fenfe breeds with it.3 [ To Ifab . ] Fare you well . Ifab . Gentle , my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me : -Come again to - morrow . Ijab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord ...
... She speaks , and ' tis Such fenfe , that my fenfe breeds with it.3 [ To Ifab . ] Fare you well . Ifab . Gentle , my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me : -Come again to - morrow . Ijab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord ...
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Afide againſt anfwer Angelo Antipholis Bawd Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Coft Coftard defire Dogb doth Dromio Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes fafe faid falfe fame fatire feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fignior fince firft flander fome fool foul fpeak fpeech friar ftand ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fure fweet grace hath hear heaven Hero himſelf honour houſe huſband Ifab jeft JOHNSON King lady lapwing lefs Leon Leonato lord Lucio mafter mean meaſure moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf obferved paffage Pedro perfon pleaſe Pompey pray prefent prifon prince Prov Provoft purpoſe reafon Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Sir Thomas Hanmer ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue uſe WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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Strana 251 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Strana 8 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 469 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Strana 23 - Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Strana 419 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strana 422 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Strana 8 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Strana 344 - These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Strana 42 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: how would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Strana 304 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...