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 292
... Faulconbridge , baf- tard fon to Richard I. Robert Faulconbridge , fup- || pofed brother to the baftard . James Gurney , fervant to the Lady Faulconbridge . Peter of Pomphret , a prophet . Philip , King of France . Lewis , the Dauphin ...
... Faulconbridge , baf- tard fon to Richard I. Robert Faulconbridge , fup- || pofed brother to the baftard . James Gurney , fervant to the Lady Faulconbridge . Peter of Pomphret , a prophet . Philip , King of France . Lewis , the Dauphin ...
Strana 294
... Faulconbridge , and Philip his brother the baftard . Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonfhire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur ...
... Faulconbridge , and Philip his brother the baftard . Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonfhire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur ...
Strana 296
... Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion , Lord of the presence * , and no land befide ? Phil . Madam , and if my brother had my shape , And I had his , Sir Robert his , like ...
... Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion , Lord of the presence * , and no land befide ? Phil . Madam , and if my brother had my shape , And I had his , Sir Robert his , like ...
Strana 297
... Faulconbridge , now haft thou thy defire ; A landless knight makes thee a landed ' fquire . Come , Madam , and come , Richard , we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than need . Phil . Brother , adieu ; good fortune ...
... Faulconbridge , now haft thou thy defire ; A landless knight makes thee a landed ' fquire . Come , Madam , and come , Richard , we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than need . Phil . Brother , adieu ; good fortune ...
Strana 299
... Faulconbridge , and James Gurney . Lady . Where is that flave , thy brother , where is he That holds in chace mine honour up and down ? Phil . My brother Robert , old Sir Robert's fon , Colbrand the giant , that same mighty man , Is it ...
... Faulconbridge , and James Gurney . Lady . Where is that flave , thy brother , where is he That holds in chace mine honour up and down ? Phil . My brother Robert , old Sir Robert's fon , Colbrand the giant , that same mighty man , Is 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...