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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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. AN BOULEIKY 17 MAR1932 KIBRARY , DRAMATIS PERSONE . KING of France . Duke of.
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. AN BOULEIKY 17 MAR1932 KIBRARY , DRAMATIS PERSONE . KING of France . Duke of.
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... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENE I. The Countess of Roufillon's house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo nfrom me , I bury a fecond ...
... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENE I. The Countess of Roufillon's house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo nfrom me , I bury a fecond ...
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... France . Flourish cornets . Enter the king of France with letters , and divers attendants . King . The Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war . I Lord . So ' tis reported ...
... France . Flourish cornets . Enter the king of France with letters , and divers attendants . King . The Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war . I Lord . So ' tis reported ...
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... France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . Farewel , young Lords : these warlike prin- ciples Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ...
... France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . Farewel , young Lords : these warlike prin- ciples Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ...
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... France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to afk , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd , Thy will by my ...
... France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to afk , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd , Thy will by my ...
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Strana 116 - 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 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 82 - 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 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...