The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 78
Page 5
... father's death anew ; but I must attend his Majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fub- jection . Laf . You shall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father . He , that so generally is at all times ...
... father's death anew ; but I must attend his Majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fub- jection . Laf . You shall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father . He , that so generally is at all times ...
Page 6
... father , ( O , that had ! how sad a passage ' tis ! ) whose skill was al- most as great as his honesty ; had it stretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the ...
... father , ( O , that had ! how sad a passage ' tis ! ) whose skill was al- most as great as his honesty ; had it stretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the ...
Page 7
... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excess makes it foon mortal . ] This seems very obscure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly dispels all the Mist . If the Living be not Ene ...
... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excess makes it foon mortal . ] This seems very obscure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly dispels all the Mist . If the Living be not Ene ...
Page 8
... father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more , Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If ...
... father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more , Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If ...
Page 12
... father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that ...
... father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
anſwer Antigonus Antipholis beſeech beſt blood Bohemia buſineſs Camillo cauſe Conft Count defire doſt doth Dromio Duke elſe Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes falſe father Faulc Faulconbridge fear fince firſt fome fool foul France fuch gentleman give hand haſte hath hear heart heav'n honour houſe Hubert Illyria John King knave Lady Lord loſe lyes Madam Malvolio Marry maſter miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf night Paſſage Philip pleaſe pray preſent purpoſe queſtion reaſon reſt ſay SCENE changes ſee ſeems ſeen ſelf Senſe ſerve ſervice ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe Shep ſhew ſhould ſince Sir Toby ſome ſon ſpeak ſpeed ſpirit ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſwear ſweet ſword tell thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art tongue uſe whoſe wife
Popular passages
Page 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 376 - 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.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 407 - 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 97 - 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.