The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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... ferve them but as enemies ? No more do yours ; your virtues , gentle mafter , Are fanctified and holy traitors to you . Oh , what a world is this , when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it ! Orla . Why , what's the matter ? Adam ...
... ferve them but as enemies ? No more do yours ; your virtues , gentle mafter , Are fanctified and holy traitors to you . Oh , what a world is this , when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it ! Orla . Why , what's the matter ? Adam ...
Page 53
... ferve me fuch another trick , never come in my fight more . Orla . My fair Rofalind , I come within an hour of my promife . Rof . Break an hour's promife in love ! he that will di- vide a minute into a thousand parts , and break but a ...
... ferve me fuch another trick , never come in my fight more . Orla . My fair Rofalind , I come within an hour of my promife . Rof . Break an hour's promife in love ! he that will di- vide a minute into a thousand parts , and break but a ...
Page 85
... ferve all hopes conceiv'd , To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : And therefore , Tranio , for the time I study , To virtue and that part of philofophy Will I apply , that treats of happiness , By virtue fpecially to be atchiev ...
... ferve all hopes conceiv'd , To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : And therefore , Tranio , for the time I study , To virtue and that part of philofophy Will I apply , that treats of happiness , By virtue fpecially to be atchiev ...
Page 110
... ferve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear thefe braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To ftrive for that which refteth in my choice : I am no breeching scholar in the schools ; I'll not be tied ...
... ferve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear thefe braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To ftrive for that which refteth in my choice : I am no breeching scholar in the schools ; I'll not be tied ...
Page 123
... ferve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the ftage . You heedlefs jolt - heads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What , do you grumble ? I'll be with you straight ...
... ferve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the ftage . You heedlefs jolt - heads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What , do you grumble ? I'll be with you straight ...
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affure anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father feem felf felves fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fing firft fome fool foreft fpeak ftand ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf honour horfe Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband Illyria Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pr'ythee pray promife reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art Tranio whofe wife worfe youth
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Page 145 - 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 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - 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.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - 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...