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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... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the firft truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the firft truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
Strona 60
... fool and the foldier ? Come bring forth this counterfeit medal ; h'as deceiv'd me , like a double- meaning prophefier . 2 Lord . Bring him forth ; he's fat in the ftocks all night , poor gallant knave . Ber . No matter ; his heels have ...
... fool and the foldier ? Come bring forth this counterfeit medal ; h'as deceiv'd me , like a double- meaning prophefier . 2 Lord . Bring him forth ; he's fat in the ftocks all night , poor gallant knave . Ber . No matter ; his heels have ...
Strona 62
... fool with child ; a dum innocent , that could not say him nay . Ber . Nay , by your leave , hold your hands ; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls . Int . Well , is this Captain in the Duke of Florence's camp ...
... fool with child ; a dum innocent , that could not say him nay . Ber . Nay , by your leave , hold your hands ; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls . Int . Well , is this Captain in the Duke of Florence's camp ...
Strona 63
... fool , and full of gold . Par . That is not the Duke's letter , Sir ; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence , one Di- ana , to take heed of the allurement of one Count Roufillon , a foolish idle boy ; but for all that ...
... fool , and full of gold . Par . That is not the Duke's letter , Sir ; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence , one Di- ana , to take heed of the allurement of one Count Roufillon , a foolish idle boy ; but for all that ...
Strona 64
... fool : drunkeness is his beft virtue , for he will be fwine- drunk ; and in his fleep he does little harm , fave to his bed - cloaths about him ; but they know his conditions , and lay him in ftraw . I have but little more to say , Sir ...
... fool : drunkeness is his beft virtue , for he will be fwine- drunk ; and in his fleep he does little harm , fave to his bed - cloaths about him ; but they know his conditions , and lay him in ftraw . I have but little more to say , Sir ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...