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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Pagina 13
... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , ' knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him speak ; and ...
... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , ' knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him speak ; and ...
Pagina 19
... honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble , My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
... honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble , My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
Pagina 21
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
Pagina 22
... honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's Cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believ't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
... honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's Cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believ't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
Pagina 24
... honour , but to wed it ; when The brave Queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That Fame may cry you loud : I fay ... Honour be bought up , and no fword worn But one to dance with ? by heav'n , I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour ...
... honour , but to wed it ; when The brave Queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That Fame may cry you loud : I fay ... Honour be bought up , and no fword worn But one to dance with ? by heav'n , I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.