The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... some scholar would con- jure her ; for , certainly , while the is here a man may live as quiet in hell as in a fanctuary , and people . fin upon purpose , because they would go thither ; indeed , all difquiet , horror , and perturbation ...
... some scholar would con- jure her ; for , certainly , while the is here a man may live as quiet in hell as in a fanctuary , and people . fin upon purpose , because they would go thither ; indeed , all difquiet , horror , and perturbation ...
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... Some of the editors have pretended , that our Author never imitates any paffages of the Ancients . Methinks this is fo very like a remarkable defcription of Lucretius , ( lib iv . ver 1154 & c . ) that I can't help fufpe & ting Shake ...
... Some of the editors have pretended , that our Author never imitates any paffages of the Ancients . Methinks this is fo very like a remarkable defcription of Lucretius , ( lib iv . ver 1154 & c . ) that I can't help fufpe & ting Shake ...
Página 49
... we have caught her , Madam . Hero , If it prove fo , then loving goes by haps ; Some Cupids kill with arrows , fome with traps . [ Exeunt . VOL . IIL . E BEATRICE advancing . Beat . What fire is in my ABOUT NOTHING . 49.
... we have caught her , Madam . Hero , If it prove fo , then loving goes by haps ; Some Cupids kill with arrows , fome with traps . [ Exeunt . VOL . IIL . E BEATRICE advancing . Beat . What fire is in my ABOUT NOTHING . 49.
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... thee clofe then under this pent- houfe , for it drizzles rain , and I will , like a true drunkard , utter all to thee . Watch . Some treafon , mafters ; yet stand close . Bora . Therefore know , I have earned of Don ABOUT NOTHING . 257.
... thee clofe then under this pent- houfe , for it drizzles rain , and I will , like a true drunkard , utter all to thee . Watch . Some treafon , mafters ; yet stand close . Bora . Therefore know , I have earned of Don ABOUT NOTHING . 257.
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... Some hafte , my Lord ! Well , fare you well , Are you fo hafty now ? Well , all is one . [ my Lord ? Pedro . Nay , do not quarrel with us , good old man . Ant . If he could right himfelf with quarrelling , Some of us would ly low ...
... Some hafte , my Lord ! Well , fare you well , Are you fo hafty now ? Well , all is one . [ my Lord ? Pedro . Nay , do not quarrel with us , good old man . Ant . If he could right himfelf with quarrelling , Some of us would ly low ...
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Página 124 - 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...
Página 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Página 229 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.