The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... tell us , that Fancy is alone the most fantastical thing imaginable . I am perfuaded the alteration of is into in , has given us the Poet's genuine meaning ; that love is moft fantastical , in being fo variable in its fancies . And ...
... tell us , that Fancy is alone the most fantastical thing imaginable . I am perfuaded the alteration of is into in , has given us the Poet's genuine meaning ; that love is moft fantastical , in being fo variable in its fancies . And ...
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... at her doors ; And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow ' Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble Lord , If the be fo abandoned to her forrow As it 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or , SCENE changes to the Palace. ...
... at her doors ; And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow ' Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble Lord , If the be fo abandoned to her forrow As it 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or , SCENE changes to the Palace. ...
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... tell me where thou haft been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a brittle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang thee for thy ablence . Clo . Let her hang me ; he that is B 3 WHAT YOU WILL . 17 If the be fo abandoned ...
... tell me where thou haft been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a brittle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang thee for thy ablence . Clo . Let her hang me ; he that is B 3 WHAT YOU WILL . 17 If the be fo abandoned ...
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... tell thee where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good miftrefs Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wifdom that have it ; and thofe that are ...
... tell thee where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good miftrefs Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wifdom that have it ; and thofe that are ...
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... Tell him he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told fo ; and he says he'll stand at your door like a Sheriff's poft , and be the fup- porter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of ...
... Tell him he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told fo ; and he says he'll stand at your door like a Sheriff's poft , and be the fup- porter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of ...
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Página 7 - 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.
Página 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Página 287 - 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.
Página 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Página 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Página 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.