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 340
... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Ladies attending on the Princefs . Catharine , Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Ladies attending on the Princefs . Catharine , Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
Strana 355
... Moth , Arm . Boy , what fign is it , when a man of great fpirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , fir , that he will look fad . Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord , fir , no ...
... Moth , Arm . Boy , what fign is it , when a man of great fpirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , fir , that he will look fad . Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord , fir , no ...
Strana 356
... Moth . And I tough fignior , as an appertinent title to your old time , which we may name tough . Arm . Pretty and apt . Moth . How mean you , fir ? I pretty , and my fay- ing apt ? or I apt , and my faying pretty ? Arm . Thou pretty ...
... Moth . And I tough fignior , as an appertinent title to your old time , which we may name tough . Arm . Pretty and apt . Moth . How mean you , fir ? I pretty , and my fay- ing apt ? or I apt , and my faying pretty ? Arm . Thou pretty ...
Strana 357
... Moth . Which the bafe vulgar call three . Arm . True . Moth . Why , fir , is this fuch a piece of study ? now here's three studied ere you'll thrice wink and how eafy it is to put years to the word three , and study three years in two ...
... Moth . Which the bafe vulgar call three . Arm . True . Moth . Why , fir , is this fuch a piece of study ? now here's three studied ere you'll thrice wink and how eafy it is to put years to the word three , and study three years in two ...
Strana 358
... Moth . Hercules , master . Arm . Moft fweet Hercules ! More authority , dear boy , name more ; and , fweet my child ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
... Moth . Hercules , master . Arm . Moft fweet Hercules ! More authority , dear boy , name more ; and , fweet my child ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
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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...