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.]., Volume 3 |
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Page 294
... Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
... Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
Page 295
... Phil . Because he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - face'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ ...
... Phil . Because he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - face'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ ...
Page 296
... Phil . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Cœur - de - lion , Lord ...
... Phil . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Cœur - de - lion , Lord ...
Page 297
... Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance ; Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year , Yet fell ... Phil . Our country - manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , so ...
... Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance ; Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year , Yet fell ... Phil . Our country - manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , so ...
Page 299
... Phil . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Phil . Philip ! - spare me , James ; There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's fon ; Sir ...
... Phil . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Phil . Philip ! - spare me , James ; There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's fon ; Sir ...
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Page 116 - 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 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 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.
Page 82 - 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 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...