The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 69
... such affairs That we'll forfake ourselves . Give me that ring . Ber . I'll lend it thee , my dear , but have no power To give it from me . Dia . Will you not , my Lord ? Ber . It is an honour ' longing to our house , Bequeathed down ...
... such affairs That we'll forfake ourselves . Give me that ring . Ber . I'll lend it thee , my dear , but have no power To give it from me . Dia . Will you not , my Lord ? Ber . It is an honour ' longing to our house , Bequeathed down ...
Page 82
... such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no great Nebuchadnezzar , Sir , I ...
... such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no great Nebuchadnezzar , Sir , I ...
Page 91
... disappointed mother might reafonably not defire to live to fee such a day : and from her the wish of dying , rather than to behold it , comes with propriety . Count Count . Son , on my life , I've seen ALL'S well , that ENDS well . 91.
... disappointed mother might reafonably not defire to live to fee such a day : and from her the wish of dying , rather than to behold it , comes with propriety . Count Count . Son , on my life , I've seen ALL'S well , that ENDS well . 91.
Page 119
... such a suff'ring , fuch a deadly life , other at length pulls off her veil , and fays ; We will draw the curtain , and fhew you the Picture . I wear this complexion to - day , I may wear another to - morrow ; jocularly intimating , that ...
... such a suff'ring , fuch a deadly life , other at length pulls off her veil , and fays ; We will draw the curtain , and fhew you the Picture . I wear this complexion to - day , I may wear another to - morrow ; jocularly intimating , that ...
Page 123
... such we be . How will this fadget my mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor moniter , fond as much on him ; And fhe , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my maiter's love ...
... such we be . How will this fadget my mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor moniter , fond as much on him ; And fhe , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my maiter's love ...
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Page 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.
Page 394 - 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.
Page 258 - 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.
Page 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.