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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الصفحة 60
... seems to undertake this bufinefs , which he knows is not to be done ; damns himself to do it , and dares better be damn'd than to do't ? 2 Lord . You do not know him , my lord , as we do ; certain it is , that he will steal himself into ...
... seems to undertake this bufinefs , which he knows is not to be done ; damns himself to do it , and dares better be damn'd than to do't ? 2 Lord . You do not know him , my lord , as we do ; certain it is , that he will steal himself into ...
الصفحة 63
... seem to understand him , unless fome one amongst us , whom we muft produce for an interpreter . Sol . Good captain , let me be th ' interpreter . Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant ...
... seem to understand him , unless fome one amongst us , whom we muft produce for an interpreter . Sol . Good captain , let me be th ' interpreter . Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant ...
الصفحة 78
... seems very liable to Sufpicion . How could Time revive these tra- velling Adventurers ? Mr. Warburton very reasonably conjectures , that we should read , and Time revyes us ; i . e , looks us in the Face , calls upon us to haften . All ...
... seems very liable to Sufpicion . How could Time revive these tra- velling Adventurers ? Mr. Warburton very reasonably conjectures , that we should read , and Time revyes us ; i . e , looks us in the Face , calls upon us to haften . All ...
الصفحة 120
... seem sport , and I will go . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . [ Exit . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countefs " O- livia ? Vio . Even now , Sir ; on a moderate pace I have fince arrived but hither . Lord Mal . She ...
... seem sport , and I will go . Enter Viola and Malvolio , at feveral doors . [ Exit . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the Countefs " O- livia ? Vio . Even now , Sir ; on a moderate pace I have fince arrived but hither . Lord Mal . She ...
الصفحة 173
... seems true , I fhall have share in this moft happy wreck . Boy , thou haft faid to me a thousand times , Thou never fhould't love woman like to me . Vio . And all thofe fayings will I over - fwear , And all thofe fwearings keep as true ...
... seems true , I fhall have share in this moft happy wreck . Boy , thou haft faid to me a thousand times , Thou never fhould't love woman like to me . Vio . And all thofe fayings will I over - fwear , And all thofe fwearings keep as true ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.