The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ...
... thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ...
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... thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away ; farewel . When thou haft leisure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit ...
... thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away ; farewel . When thou haft leisure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit ...
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... thine enemies , knave . Clown . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his ...
... thine enemies , knave . Clown . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his ...
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... thine eyes ? Why , - that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my ...
... thine eyes ? Why , - that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my ...
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... thine eyes See it fo grofly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; speak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it ...
... thine eyes See it fo grofly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; speak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it ...
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Page 70 - 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 137 - 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 384 - 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 295 - 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 384 - 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 283 - 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 101 - 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 419 - 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.