The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Strana 153
... Dromio of Sthers , and Ephefus , to the Dromio of Syracufe , two Antipho- lis's . PERSONE . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to An- tipholis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmaster , and a conjurer ...
... Dromio of Sthers , and Ephefus , to the Dromio of Syracufe , two Antipho- lis's . PERSONE . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to An- tipholis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmaster , and a conjurer ...
Strana 157
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
Strana 158
... Dromio of Ephefus . Here comes the almanack of my true date . What now ? how chance thou art return'd fo foon ? E. Dro . Return'd fo foon ? rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the fpit , The clock has ...
... Dromio of Ephefus . Here comes the almanack of my true date . What now ? how chance thou art return'd fo foon ? E. Dro . Return'd fo foon ? rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the fpit , The clock has ...
Strana 159
... Dromio , come , thefe jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave , have done your ...
... Dromio , come , thefe jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave , have done your ...
Strana 161
... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witnefs . Adr . Say , did't thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witnefs . Adr . Say , did't thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
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Strana 116 - 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.
Strana 336 - 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.
Strana 330 - 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.
Strana 82 - 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.
Strana 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...