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Pagina 8
Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : hears , too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : hears , too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Pagina 13
Would , I were with him !, he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not live , ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the ...
Would , I were with him !, he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not live , ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the ...
Pagina 14
I : Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar , of my past endeavours ; ( 5 ) for then we wound our modefty , and ( 5 ) For then ...
I : Will now hear ; what fay you of this gentle woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar , of my past endeavours ; ( 5 ) for then we wound our modefty , and ( 5 ) For then ...
Pagina 29
Oft expectation fails , and most oft there Where moft it promifes : and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits .. King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be ...
Oft expectation fails , and most oft there Where moft it promifes : and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits .. King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be ...
Pagina 36
Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to imperial Love , that god moft high , Do my fighs ftream : Sir , will you hear my fuit ? 1 Lord . And grant it . Hel . ( 17 ) Thanks , Sir ; -all the rest is mute . Laf .
Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to imperial Love , that god moft high , Do my fighs ftream : Sir , will you hear my fuit ? 1 Lord . And grant it . Hel . ( 17 ) Thanks , Sir ; -all the rest is mute . Laf .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 103 - 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 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 260 - 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.
Pagina 142 - 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Uitgever | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 4 jan 2007 |
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