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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... and my uncle's fool , reading the challenge , fubfcribed for Cupid , and challenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , - how many hath he killed and eaten in thefe wars ?. But how many hath he killed ? for indeed I S MUCH A DO.
... and my uncle's fool , reading the challenge , fubfcribed for Cupid , and challenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , - how many hath he killed and eaten in thefe wars ?. But how many hath he killed ? for indeed I S MUCH A DO.
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... reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and warranted by none of the copies . I have reftored with all the old books important ; i . e . if the Prince be too forcible , preffing , lays too much stress on his fuit , & c ...
... reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and warranted by none of the copies . I have reftored with all the old books important ; i . e . if the Prince be too forcible , preffing , lays too much stress on his fuit , & c ...
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... readers , who are acquainted with the poetical Hiftory here alluded to , will concur with me in the certainty of the following emendation : Juft fuch another wanton Ganymede Set Jove a - fire with . ( 6 ) Balth . Well , I would you did ...
... readers , who are acquainted with the poetical Hiftory here alluded to , will concur with me in the certainty of the following emendation : Juft fuch another wanton Ganymede Set Jove a - fire with . ( 6 ) Balth . Well , I would you did ...
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... reading , furely ' tis abfolutely repugnant to what Leonato intends to fay , which is this ; " Beatrice is never fad , but when the fleeps ; and not ever " fad then ; for the hath often dreamed of fomething merry , " ( an happiness , as ...
... reading , furely ' tis abfolutely repugnant to what Leonato intends to fay , which is this ; " Beatrice is never fad , but when the fleeps ; and not ever " fad then ; for the hath often dreamed of fomething merry , " ( an happiness , as ...
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... reading it over , the found Benedick and Beatrice between < the sheet . Claud . That , Leon . ( 11 ) O , the tore the letter into a thoufand half - pence ; railed at herself , that fhe fhould be fo immodeft , to write to one that fhe ...
... reading it over , the found Benedick and Beatrice between < the sheet . Claud . That , Leon . ( 11 ) O , the tore the letter into a thoufand half - pence ; railed at herself , that fhe fhould be fo immodeft , to write to one that fhe ...
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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.