The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Come , tell me whose it was . Cre . ' Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will .
But , now you have it , take it . Dio . Whose was it ? Cre . By all Diana's waiting -
women yonder , And by herself , I will not tell you whose . Dio . To - morrow will I ...
Come , tell me whose it was . Cre . ' Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will .
But , now you have it , take it . Dio . Whose was it ? Cre . By all Diana's waiting -
women yonder , And by herself , I will not tell you whose . Dio . To - morrow will I ...
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To Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Out - venoms all the
worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds , and dot a belye All
corners of the world : kings , queens , and states , Maids , matrons , nay , the
secrets ...
To Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Out - venoms all the
worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds , and dot a belye All
corners of the world : kings , queens , and states , Maids , matrons , nay , the
secrets ...
Page 412
... I pray thee , with a lurking adder ; Whose double tongue may with a mortal
touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies . Mock not my sense ! efs
conjuration , lords ; This earth shall have a feeling , and these stones a wiib .
werping . s ...
... I pray thee , with a lurking adder ; Whose double tongue may with a mortal
touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies . Mock not my sense ! efs
conjuration , lords ; This earth shall have a feeling , and these stones a wiib .
werping . s ...
Page 466
Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ , ( Whose soldier now ,
under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to figh Forthwith a
power of English shall we " lead ; Whole arms were moulded in their mothers ...
Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ , ( Whose soldier now ,
under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to figh Forthwith a
power of English shall we " lead ; Whole arms were moulded in their mothers ...
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You , lord archbishop , Whose see is by ' a civil peace maintain'd ; Whose beard
the “ silver hand of peace hath touch'd ; Whose learning and good letters peace
hath tutorid ; Whofe white investments figure innocence , The dove and very ...
You , lord archbishop , Whose see is by ' a civil peace maintain'd ; Whose beard
the “ silver hand of peace hath touch'd ; Whose learning and good letters peace
hath tutorid ; Whofe white investments figure innocence , The dove and very ...
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Page 319 - 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.
Page 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Page 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.