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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... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are shallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cher- isher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and blood , loves my flesh and blood ...
... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are shallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cher- isher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and blood , loves my flesh and blood ...
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... wife , Ber . My wife , my liege ? I shall beseech your In fuch a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know'st thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , [ Highness But never ...
... wife , Ber . My wife , my liege ? I shall beseech your In fuch a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know'st thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , [ Highness But never ...
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... wife ! - Disdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'st in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound distinction ...
... wife ! - Disdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'st in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound distinction ...
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... wife fellow : thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pass : yet the scarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a vessel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
... wife fellow : thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pass : yet the scarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a vessel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
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... wife . Par . Will this capricic hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , these balls bound , there's ...
... wife . Par . Will this capricic hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , these balls bound , there's ...
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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...