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 5
... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forge'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ? Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the cre- dit ...
... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forge'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ? Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the cre- dit ...
Strana 8
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable ftar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think under Mars . Par . Why ...
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable ftar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think under Mars . Par . Why ...
Strana 9
... Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
... Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
Strana 14
... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
Strana 15
... Exit Steward . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It ...
... Exit Steward . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It ...
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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...