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 56
... sure . Nor have they been talking of Brothels ; or , in- deed , any particular Locality . I make no Question , but our Author wrote ; , That leads him to these Paces . i . e . to such irregular Steps , to Courses of Debauchery , to not ...
... sure . Nor have they been talking of Brothels ; or , in- deed , any particular Locality . I make no Question , but our Author wrote ; , That leads him to these Paces . i . e . to such irregular Steps , to Courses of Debauchery , to not ...
Page 80
... sure , he is the Prince of the world , let his Nobility remain in's Court . I am for the House with the narrow gate , which I take to be too litttle for Pomp to enter : fome , that humble themselves , may ; but the many will be too ...
... sure , he is the Prince of the world , let his Nobility remain in's Court . I am for the House with the narrow gate , which I take to be too litttle for Pomp to enter : fome , that humble themselves , may ; but the many will be too ...
Page 104
... sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in ear- lier a - nights ; your neice , my lady , takes great exceр- tions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before Sir 104 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
... sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in ear- lier a - nights ; your neice , my lady , takes great exceр- tions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before Sir 104 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
Page 109
... Sure , my noble Lord , If she be so abandon'd to her forrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds , Rather than make unprofited return . Vio . Say , I do speak with her , my Lord ...
... Sure , my noble Lord , If she be so abandon'd to her forrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds , Rather than make unprofited return . Vio . Say , I do speak with her , my Lord ...
Page 111
... sure I lack thee , may pass for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus , Bet- ter a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y ...
... sure I lack thee , may pass for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus , Bet- ter a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y ...
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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.