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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Strana 126
... see thee a fervant ftill . Oli . Why , this is a very midfummer - madness . Enter Servant . Ser . Madam , the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd ; I could hardly intreat him back ; he attends your Ladyfhip's pleasure . Oli ...
... see thee a fervant ftill . Oli . Why , this is a very midfummer - madness . Enter Servant . Ser . Madam , the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd ; I could hardly intreat him back ; he attends your Ladyfhip's pleasure . Oli ...
Strana 140
... see his brains . I will fetch you light , and paper , and ink . Mal . Fool , I'll requite it in the highest degree . I pr'ythee be gone . Clo . I am gone , Sir , and anon , Sir , I'll be with you again In a trice , like to the old vice ...
... see his brains . I will fetch you light , and paper , and ink . Mal . Fool , I'll requite it in the highest degree . I pr'ythee be gone . Clo . I am gone , Sir , and anon , Sir , I'll be with you again In a trice , like to the old vice ...
Strana 141
... see his letter . Clo . Good Mr Fabian , grant me another request . Fab . Any thing . Clo . Do not defire to see this letter . Fab . This is to give a dog , and in recompence defire my dog again , Enter Duke , Viola , Curio , and Lords ...
... see his letter . Clo . Good Mr Fabian , grant me another request . Fab . Any thing . Clo . Do not defire to see this letter . Fab . This is to give a dog , and in recompence defire my dog again , Enter Duke , Viola , Curio , and Lords ...
Strana 144
... , Like to th ' Egyptian thief * , at point of death * The Egyptian thief was Thyamis . See the ftory in the Thea gines and Chariclea of Heliodorus . Kill what I love ? ( a favage jealoufy , 144 Twelfth Night ; or , A & t v .
... , Like to th ' Egyptian thief * , at point of death * The Egyptian thief was Thyamis . See the ftory in the Thea gines and Chariclea of Heliodorus . Kill what I love ? ( a favage jealoufy , 144 Twelfth Night ; or , A & t v .
Strana 150
... See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him hither . My Lord , fo pleafe you , thefe things further thought on , To think me as well a fifter , as a wife ; One day shall crown th ' alliance on ' t , so please you , Here at my houfe , and at ...
... See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him hither . My Lord , fo pleafe you , thefe things further thought on , To think me as well a fifter , as a wife ; One day shall crown th ' alliance on ' t , so please you , Here at my houfe , and at ...
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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 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 59 - 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 252 - 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 241 - 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 84 - 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.