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, Band 3A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Lord . Parolles , a parasitical Countess of Rousillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon ... Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Steward , Servants to the Clown , Countess of Rou - Lords ...
... Lord . Parolles , a parasitical Countess of Rousillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon ... Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Steward , Servants to the Clown , Countess of Rou - Lords ...
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... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fistula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gen- tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
... Lord , the King lan- guishes of ? Laf . A fistula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gen- tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
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... Lord . It may well ferve A nurfery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . I Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord , Young Bertram . King ...
... Lord . It may well ferve A nurfery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . I Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord , Young Bertram . King ...
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... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my ...
... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my ...
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... Lords L diples : these warlike prin- Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope ...
... Lords L diples : these warlike prin- Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 252 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 362 - 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.
Seite 64 - I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live.
Seite 116 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit, Via. This fellow's 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.
Seite 108 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.