The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 81
... play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honesty Go with your impofitions , I am yours Upon ...
... play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honesty Go with your impofitions , I am yours Upon ...
Page 87
... play'd the knave with fortune , that the fhould fcratch you , who of herself is a good Lady , and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? there's a Quart - d'ecu for you : let the juftices make you and fortune friends ; I am for ...
... play'd the knave with fortune , that the fhould fcratch you , who of herself is a good Lady , and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? there's a Quart - d'ecu for you : let the juftices make you and fortune friends ; I am for ...
Page 95
... play ; Indeed your O Lord , Sir , - is very sequent to your whipping . So , in Troilus and Creffida ; Put be thou true , lay I , to fashion in Mv fequent protestation : So , in Hamlet . now , the next day Was our fea fight ; and what to ...
... play ; Indeed your O Lord , Sir , - is very sequent to your whipping . So , in Troilus and Creffida ; Put be thou true , lay I , to fashion in Mv fequent protestation : So , in Hamlet . now , the next day Was our fea fight ; and what to ...
Page 99
... play is done All is well ended , if this fuit be won , That you exprefs content ; which we will pay , With ftrife to please you , day exceeding day ; Ours be your patience then , and yours our parts Your gentle hands lend us , and take ...
... play is done All is well ended , if this fuit be won , That you exprefs content ; which we will pay , With ftrife to please you , day exceeding day ; Ours be your patience then , and yours our parts Your gentle hands lend us , and take ...
Page 103
... play on ; Give me excess of it ; that , furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear , like the fweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing ...
... play on ; Give me excess of it ; that , furfeiting , The appetite may ficken , and fo die . That ftrain again ; -it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear , like the fweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing ...
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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.