The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Pàgina 304
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead lions by ...
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead lions by ...
Pàgina 307
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods ag thofe- Faulc . ( Some baftards too ) . K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claims . * i . e ...
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods ag thofe- Faulc . ( Some baftards too ) . K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claims . * i . e ...
Pàgina 308
... Faulc . Saint George that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horseback at mine hostess ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft ...
... Faulc . Saint George that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horseback at mine hostess ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft ...
Pàgina 310
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
Pàgina 311
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these faucy walls ; And when that we have dafh'd them to the ground , Why ...
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these faucy walls ; And when that we have dafh'd them to the ground , Why ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1771 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 59 - 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.
Pàgina 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Pàgina 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Pàgina 84 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.