The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 3R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... hope I fhall fee an end of him ; for my foul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never - fchool'd , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all forts enchantingly beloved ; and , indeed , fo much in ...
... hope I fhall fee an end of him ; for my foul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never - fchool'd , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all forts enchantingly beloved ; and , indeed , fo much in ...
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... hope of life in him : so he ferv'd the second , and fo the third : yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beliolders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Ch . But what ...
... hope of life in him : so he ferv'd the second , and fo the third : yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beliolders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Ch . But what ...
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... hope , I blush , and hide my fword . Duke Sen. True is it , that we have feen better days ; And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church And fat at good men's feafts ; and wip'd our eyes Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd : And ...
... hope , I blush , and hide my fword . Duke Sen. True is it , that we have feen better days ; And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church And fat at good men's feafts ; and wip'd our eyes Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd : And ...
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... hope Clo . Truly , thou art damn'd ; like an ill - roafted egg , all on one fide . Cor . For not being at court ? Your reafon . Clo . Why if thou never waft at court , thou ne- ver faw'it good manners : if thou never faw'st good manners ...
... hope Clo . Truly , thou art damn'd ; like an ill - roafted egg , all on one fide . Cor . For not being at court ? Your reafon . Clo . Why if thou never waft at court , thou ne- ver faw'it good manners : if thou never faw'st good manners ...
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... if thou wert a poet , I might hav fome hope thou didst feign . Aud . Would you not have me honest ? Cle . No , truly , unless thou wert hard - favour'd fo for honesty coupled to beauty , is to have honey 56 Aa III AS YOU LIKE IT .
... if thou wert a poet , I might hav fome hope thou didst feign . Aud . Would you not have me honest ? Cle . No , truly , unless thou wert hard - favour'd fo for honesty coupled to beauty , is to have honey 56 Aa III AS YOU LIKE IT .
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Page 14 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Page 27 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 53 - 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.
Page 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 22 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 39 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 23 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
Page 69 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.