The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Հատոր 2A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... hours ; in the mean time , good Signior Benedick , repair to Leo- nato's , commend me to him , and tell him I will not fail him at fupper ; for indeed he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for fuch an ...
... hours ; in the mean time , good Signior Benedick , repair to Leo- nato's , commend me to him , and tell him I will not fail him at fupper ; for indeed he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for fuch an ...
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... hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made juft in the mid - way between him and Benedick : the one is too like an image , and fays nothing ; and the other too like my ...
... hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made juft in the mid - way between him and Benedick : the one is too like an image , and fays nothing ; and the other too like my ...
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... hour . Beat . No , fure , my Lord , my mother cry'd ; but then there was a ftar danced , and under that I was born : Coufins , God give you joy . Leon . Niece , will you look to thofe things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy ...
... hour . Beat . No , fure , my Lord , my mother cry'd ; but then there was a ftar danced , and under that I was born : Coufins , God give you joy . Leon . Niece , will you look to thofe things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy ...
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... hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell them that you know Hero loves me ; intend a kind of zeal both to the Prince and Claudio , as in a love of your bro- ther's honour , who hath made this match , and his friend's ...
... hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell them that you know Hero loves me ; intend a kind of zeal both to the Prince and Claudio , as in a love of your bro- ther's honour , who hath made this match , and his friend's ...
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... hour , my Lord . Pedro . Why , then you are no maiden . Leonato , I am forry , you must hear ; upon mine honour , Myfelf , my brother , and this grieved Count , Did fee her , hear her , at that hour last night , Talk with a ruffian at ...
... hour , my Lord . Pedro . Why , then you are no maiden . Leonato , I am forry , you must hear ; upon mine honour , Myfelf , my brother , and this grieved Count , Did fee her , hear her , at that hour last night , Talk with a ruffian at ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Հատոր 2 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1769 |
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Էջ 266 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Էջ 81 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Էջ 234 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Էջ 75 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Էջ 231 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
Էջ 241 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Էջ 81 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Էջ 183 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Էջ 231 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Էջ 72 - Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.