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 97
... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudenefs that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as fecret as maiden - head ; to your ...
... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudenefs that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as fecret as maiden - head ; to your ...
Strana 104
... peace . Clo . I fhall never begin if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i ' faith : come , begin . [ They fing a catch . SCENE IV . Enter Maria . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ? If my Lady have not call'd up her fteward ...
... peace . Clo . I fhall never begin if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i ' faith : come , begin . [ They fing a catch . SCENE IV . Enter Maria . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ? If my Lady have not call'd up her fteward ...
Strana 105
... peace . Enter Malvolio . Mal . My Mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? do you make an ale- houfe of my Lady's houfe , that ye fqueak out ...
... peace . Enter Malvolio . Mal . My Mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? do you make an ale- houfe of my Lady's houfe , that ye fqueak out ...
Strana 112
... Peace , I fay . Mal . To be Count Malvolio , - Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Piftol him , piftol him . Sir To . Peace , peace . Plal . There is example for ' t : the lady of the Trachy * married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir And ...
... Peace , I fay . Mal . To be Count Malvolio , - Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Piftol him , piftol him . Sir To . Peace , peace . Plal . There is example for ' t : the lady of the Trachy * married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir And ...
Strana 113
... peace ! now the fpirit of humours inti- mate reading aloud to him ! Mal . By my life , this is my Lady's hand : thefe be her very C's , her U's , and her T's , and thus makes fhe her great P's . It is , in contempt of queftion , her ...
... peace ! now the fpirit of humours inti- mate reading aloud to him ! Mal . By my life , this is my Lady's hand : thefe be her very C's , her U's , and her T's , and thus makes fhe her great P's . It is , in contempt of queftion , her ...
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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.