The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Partie 9,Volume 2H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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... fing it to her bones ; fing it to night : To morrow morning come you to my house , And fince you could not be my fon - in - law , Be yet my nephew ; my brother hath a daughter , Almoft the copy of my child that's dead , And fhe alone is ...
... fing it to her bones ; fing it to night : To morrow morning come you to my house , And fince you could not be my fon - in - law , Be yet my nephew ; my brother hath a daughter , Almoft the copy of my child that's dead , And fhe alone is ...
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... fing your folemn hymn . SONG . Pardon , Goddess of the night , Thofe that flew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with fongs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , afft our moan ; Help us to figh and groan Heavily , heavily ...
... fing your folemn hymn . SONG . Pardon , Goddess of the night , Thofe that flew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with fongs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , afft our moan ; Help us to figh and groan Heavily , heavily ...
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... fing , he falls ftrait a capering ; he will fence with his ( 3 ) Ay , that's a Colt , indeed , for he doth nothing but talk of his horfe ; ] Tho ' all the Editions agree in this Reading , I can perceive neither Humour , nor Reasoning ...
... fing , he falls ftrait a capering ; he will fence with his ( 3 ) Ay , that's a Colt , indeed , for he doth nothing but talk of his horfe ; ] Tho ' all the Editions agree in this Reading , I can perceive neither Humour , nor Reasoning ...
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... fing'd the moth : O thefe deliberate fools ! when they do chufe , They have the wisdom by their wit to lofe . Ner . The ancient faying is no heresy , Hanging and wiving goes by destiny . Por . Come , draw the curtain , Neria . Enter a ...
... fing'd the moth : O thefe deliberate fools ! when they do chufe , They have the wisdom by their wit to lofe . Ner . The ancient faying is no heresy , Hanging and wiving goes by destiny . Por . Come , draw the curtain , Neria . Enter a ...
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... fings i ' th ' nofe , Cannot contain their urine for affection . ( 15 ) ( 15 ) Cannot contain their Urine for Affection . Mafterless paffion fways it to the Mood Masterlefs of what it likes , or loaths . ] Masterlefs Paffion was first ...
... fings i ' th ' nofe , Cannot contain their urine for affection . ( 15 ) ( 15 ) Cannot contain their Urine for Affection . Mafterless paffion fways it to the Mood Masterlefs of what it likes , or loaths . ] Masterlefs Paffion was first ...
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Page 97 - 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.
Page 427 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Page 91 - 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.
Page 186 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 97 - 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.
Page 99 - You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold: moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Page 222 - 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.
Page 290 - Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...
Page 149 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Page 159 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...