The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Pagina 45
... into the pleached bower , Where honeyfuckles , ripened by the fun , Forbid the fun to enter ; like to favourites Made proud by princes , that advance their pride Against that power that bred it : there will fhe ABOUT NOTHING . 45.
... into the pleached bower , Where honeyfuckles , ripened by the fun , Forbid the fun to enter ; like to favourites Made proud by princes , that advance their pride Against that power that bred it : there will fhe ABOUT NOTHING . 45.
Pagina 70
... princes he ? and Claudio lie , Who loved her fo , that , speaking of her foulness , Washed it with tears ? Hence from her , let her die . Friar . Hear me a little , For I have only been filent fo long , And given way unto this courfe of ...
... princes he ? and Claudio lie , Who loved her fo , that , speaking of her foulness , Washed it with tears ? Hence from her , let her die . Friar . Hear me a little , For I have only been filent fo long , And given way unto this courfe of ...
Pagina 71
... princes , Bene . Two of them have the very bent of honour ; And if their wifdoms be mifled in this , The practice of it lives in John the Bastard ... princess here ? We have no Let her a while be fecretly kept in , And ABOUT NOTHING . 71.
... princes , Bene . Two of them have the very bent of honour ; And if their wifdoms be mifled in this , The practice of it lives in John the Bastard ... princess here ? We have no Let her a while be fecretly kept in , And ABOUT NOTHING . 71.
Pagina 72
... princes . And again , I thank you princes , for my daughter's death . ( 18 ) That what we have we prize not to the worth , Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lacked and loft , Why then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue that ...
... princes . And again , I thank you princes , for my daughter's death . ( 18 ) That what we have we prize not to the worth , Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lacked and loft , Why then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue that ...
Pagina 75
... Princes and counts ! furely a princely tefti- mony , a goodly count - comfect , a fweet gallant , furely ! O that I were a man for his fake ! or that I had any friend would be a man for my fake ! but manhood is melted into courtefies ...
... Princes and counts ! furely a princely tefti- mony , a goodly count - comfect , a fweet gallant , furely ! O that I were a man for his fake ! or that I had any friend would be a man for my fake ! but manhood is melted into courtefies ...
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Pagina 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Pagina 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Pagina 229 - 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.
Pagina 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.