The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Part 10, Volume 3H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Page 42
... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them still . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them still . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
Page 49
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Clo . So say I , Madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Clo . So say I , Madam , if he run away ...
Page 50
... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. Indeed , good lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. Indeed , good lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have ...
Page 55
... lady . Dia . There is a gentleman , that serves the Count , Reports but coursely of her . Hel . What's his name ? Dia . Monfieur Parolles . Hel . Oh , I believe with him , In argument of praise , or to the worth Of the great Count ...
... lady . Dia . There is a gentleman , that serves the Count , Reports but coursely of her . Hel . What's his name ? Dia . Monfieur Parolles . Hel . Oh , I believe with him , In argument of praise , or to the worth Of the great Count ...
Page 79
... lady , ' twas a good lady . We may pick a thousand sallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , she was the sweet marjoram of the sallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave ...
... lady , ' twas a good lady . We may pick a thousand sallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , she was the sweet marjoram of the sallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave ...
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Page 68 - 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 135 - 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 382 - 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 293 - 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.
Page 382 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 281 - 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.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 417 - 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.