The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretend- ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola . FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretend- ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola . FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
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... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my neice to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your neice , my Lady ...
... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my neice to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your neice , my Lady ...
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... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and substrac- tors that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch 8 Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !
... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and substrac- tors that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch 8 Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Sir And . If you part fo , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight . Sir ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Sir And . If you part fo , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight . Sir ...
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... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady : make your excuse wifely you were best . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady : make your excuse wifely you were best . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
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Page 30 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 29 - Good morrow, fool,' quoth I : ' No, sir,' quoth he, ' Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune. ' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see...
Page 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience;— Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 201 - 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 21 - To-day my Lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 20 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 253 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Page 20 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...