The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 106
... Doth oft clofe in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as ...
... Doth oft clofe in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind that fuits With this thy fair and outward character : I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as ...
Page 114
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ...
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ...
Page 125
... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter : Prefent mirth hath prefent laughter : ( 6 ) I fent thee fix - pence for thy Lemon , bad'ft it . ] But the Clown was ...
... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i ' faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter : Prefent mirth hath prefent laughter : ( 6 ) I fent thee fix - pence for thy Lemon , bad'ft it . ] But the Clown was ...
Page 131
... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas , that they are so , To die , even when they to perfection grow ! " Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come ; the fong we had last night .-- Mark it , Cefario , it is old ...
... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And fo they are : alas , that they are so , To die , even when they to perfection grow ! " Enter Curio and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come ; the fong we had last night .-- Mark it , Cefario , it is old ...
Page 133
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart- So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all as ...
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart- So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite : No motion of the liver , but the palate , That fuffers furfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all as ...
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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.