All's well that ends well. Twelfth Night. Winter's tale. MacbethC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's The ftory of All's Well that Ends Well , or , as I fuppofe it to have been fometimes called , Love's Labour Wonne , is originally indeed the property of Boccace ...
... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's The ftory of All's Well that Ends Well , or , as I fuppofe it to have been fometimes called , Love's Labour Wonne , is originally indeed the property of Boccace ...
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... madam , under whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ...
... madam , under whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ...
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... madam , the king very lately spoke of him , admiringly , and mourn- ingly he was skilful enough to have liv'd ftill , if knowledge could have been fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the king lan- guishes of ...
... madam , the king very lately spoke of him , admiringly , and mourn- ingly he was skilful enough to have liv'd ftill , if knowledge could have been fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the king lan- guishes of ...
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... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap ! proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of ...
... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap ! proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of ...
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... Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my paft endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count ...
... Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my paft endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count ...
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appear bear believe better blood bring comes Count death Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fame father fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fight fome fool fortune foul fpeak friends fuch give given hand hath hear heart heaven hold honour hope I'll JOHNSON keep King lady leave live look lord Macbeth Mach madam marry matter means mind moft moſt muſt nature never night noble obferve once paffage Paul play poor pray prefent queen SCENE Shakeſpeare ſhall ſpeak STEEVENS tell thanks thee thefe THEOBALD There's theſe thing thou thou art thought true uſe WARBURTON whofe wife Witch woman worthy young youth
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Page 330 - By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 414 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Page 417 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 268 - That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? 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.
Page 466 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 425 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Page 428 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 407 - New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Page 460 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!— Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse...
Page 101 - 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.