The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... heart of that fine frame , Το pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will the love , when the rich golden fhaft Hath killed the flock of all affections elfe That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , Thefe fovereign ...
... heart of that fine frame , Το pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will the love , when the rich golden fhaft Hath killed the flock of all affections elfe That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , Thefe fovereign ...
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... heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I afs , but I can keep my hand dry . jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . am not fuch an But what's your Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I have ...
... heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I afs , but I can keep my hand dry . jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . am not fuch an But what's your Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I have ...
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... heart . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! -excel- lent ! SCENE changes to the Palace . [ Exeunt . Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA , in Man's Attire . : Val . If the Duke continue ...
... heart . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! -excel- lent ! SCENE changes to the Palace . [ Exeunt . Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA , in Man's Attire . : Val . If the Duke continue ...
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... heart ; and yet , by the very fangs of malice I fwear , I am not that I play . Are you the lady of the house ? Oli . If I do not ufurp myself , I am . Vio . Most certain , if you are fhe , you do ufurp yourself ; for what is yours to ...
... heart ; and yet , by the very fangs of malice I fwear , I am not that I play . Are you the lady of the house ? Oli . If I do not ufurp myself , I am . Vio . Most certain , if you are fhe , you do ufurp yourself ; for what is yours to ...
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... heart . Oli . O , I have read it ; it is herefy . Have you no more to fay ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will ...
... heart . Oli . O , I have read it ; it is herefy . Have you no more to fay ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will ...
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7 psl. - 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.
26 psl. - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
287 psl. - 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.
143 psl. - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
328 psl. - 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.
115 psl. - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
161 psl. - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.