The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volume 3A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? N 6 . Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you . And a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? N 6 . Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you . And a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
Page 307
... Faulc . ( Bastards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods as thofe Faulc . ( Some bastards too ) . 1 K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradit his claim . * i , e ...
... Faulc . ( Bastards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods as thofe Faulc . ( Some bastards too ) . 1 K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradit his claim . * i , e ...
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... Faulc . Saint George that swinge'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horseback at mine hostess ' door ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll set forth In best ...
... Faulc . Saint George that swinge'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horseback at mine hostess ' door ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll set forth In best ...
Page 310
... Faulc . Ha ! Majesty , how high thy glory towers , 1 When the rich blood of Kings is set on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majesty , how high thy glory towers , 1 When the rich blood of Kings is set on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
Page 311
... Faulc . And if thou hast the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , 1 Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these saucy walls ; And when that we have dash'd them to the ground , Why ...
... Faulc . And if thou hast the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , 1 Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these saucy walls ; And when that we have dash'd them to the ground , Why ...
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Page 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.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 252 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 362 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 64 - I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live.
Page 116 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit, Via. This fellow's 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.
Page 108 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.