The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 7 tomasA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... Seem to me all the ufes of this world ? Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it meerly . That it fhould come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not fo much ...
... Seem to me all the ufes of this world ? Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it meerly . That it fhould come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not fo much ...
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... seems of no Use but to fupport the Measure of the Verfe . But when we come to point this Paffage right , and to the Poet's Intention in it , we shall find it nei- ther unneceffary , nor improper , in its Place . In the Speech ...
... seems of no Use but to fupport the Measure of the Verfe . But when we come to point this Paffage right , and to the Poet's Intention in it , we shall find it nei- ther unneceffary , nor improper , in its Place . In the Speech ...
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... seems to admit the Emendation , but I retract it as an idle , unweigh'd Conjecture . The Reasoning , on which it is built , is fallacious ; and our Author's li- centious Manner of expreffing himself elsewhere , convinces me that Change ...
... seems to admit the Emendation , but I retract it as an idle , unweigh'd Conjecture . The Reasoning , on which it is built , is fallacious ; and our Author's li- centious Manner of expreffing himself elsewhere , convinces me that Change ...
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... seem to fay fo . Rof . My lord , there was no fuch ftuff in my thoughts . Ham . Why did you laugh , when I faid , man delights not me ? * } 73 Rof . To think , my lord , if you delight not in man , what lenten entertainment the Players ...
... seem to fay fo . Rof . My lord , there was no fuch ftuff in my thoughts . Ham . Why did you laugh , when I faid , man delights not me ? * } 73 Rof . To think , my lord , if you delight not in man , what lenten entertainment the Players ...
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... seems loth and unwilling a while , but in the end accepts his love .. [ Exeunt . Oph . What means this , my lord ? Ham . Marry , this is miching Malicho ; it means mif chief . ( 38 ) Enter a King and Queen very lovingly : ] Thus have ...
... seems loth and unwilling a while , but in the end accepts his love .. [ Exeunt . Oph . What means this , my lord ? Ham . Marry , this is miching Malicho ; it means mif chief . ( 38 ) Enter a King and Queen very lovingly : ] Thus have ...
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