The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phyfician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana daughter to the wid w . Violenta , neighbours and friends Mariana , S to the widow . Lords attending on the King ; Of- ficers ...
... daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phyfician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana daughter to the wid w . Violenta , neighbours and friends Mariana , S to the widow . Lords attending on the King ; Of- ficers ...
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... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition the inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition the inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
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... daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear ...
... daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear ...
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... daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs.- -Now I ...
... daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs.- -Now I ...
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... daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
... daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth beft Bithynia blood Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fent fervant fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftay ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand uſe whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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330 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.
336 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
59 psl. - 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.
252 psl. - 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.
241 psl. - 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.
84 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.