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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... ll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the ...
... ll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the ...
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... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure , they are baftards to the English , the French ne ...
... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure , they are baftards to the English , the French ne ...
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... I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any conveni- ence , an he were double and double a Lord . I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of- beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter Lafeu . I ...
... I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any conveni- ence , an he were double and double a Lord . I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of- beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter Lafeu . I ...
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... I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
... I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
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... ll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Ber . I have writ my letters , cafketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to night , when I fhould take poffeffion of the bride and ere I do begin Laf . A good traveller is fomething at ...
... ll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Ber . I have writ my letters , cafketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to night , when I fhould take poffeffion of the bride and ere I do begin Laf . A good traveller is fomething at ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.