The Works of Shakespeare, Том 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excefs makes it foon mortal . ] This feems very obfcure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly difpels ...
... lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excefs makes it foon mortal . ] This feems very obfcure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly difpels ...
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... Lady should fay no more than this : " I now find the Mystery of your creeping into Corners , and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this Rea- fon I have amended the Text , Loneliness . The Steward , in the foregoing Scene , where he ...
... Lady should fay no more than this : " I now find the Mystery of your creeping into Corners , and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this Rea- fon I have amended the Text , Loneliness . The Steward , in the foregoing Scene , where he ...
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... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
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... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
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... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. Indeed , good lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have , you ...
... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement . 1 Gen. Indeed , good lady , the fellow has a deal of that too much , which holds him much to have , you ...
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Сторінка 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Сторінка 376 - 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.
Сторінка 133 - 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.
Сторінка 407 - 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.
Сторінка 97 - 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.