The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is : if fhe be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an fhe be not , " she has the mends in her own hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! How now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my ...
... Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is : if fhe be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an fhe be not , " she has the mends in her own hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! How now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my ...
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... Faith , to fay truth , brown and not brown . Cre . To fay the truth , true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then , Troilus fhould have too much ...
... Faith , to fay truth , brown and not brown . Cre . To fay the truth , true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then , Troilus fhould have too much ...
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... Faith , Sir , fuperficially . Pan . Friend , know me better ; I am the lord Pandarus . Serv . I hope , I fhall know your honour better . Pan , I do defire it . b greater bulks ] -veffels of burthen . E 4 Serr my Serv . You are in the ...
... Faith , Sir , fuperficially . Pan . Friend , know me better ; I am the lord Pandarus . Serv . I hope , I fhall know your honour better . Pan , I do defire it . b greater bulks ] -veffels of burthen . E 4 Serr my Serv . You are in the ...
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... faith . Par . And to make a sweet lady fad , is a four offence . Helen . Nay , that shall not ferve your turn ; that fhall it not , in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ; no , no . Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that ...
... faith . Par . And to make a sweet lady fad , is a four offence . Helen . Nay , that shall not ferve your turn ; that fhall it not , in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ; no , no . Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that ...
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... faith . Par . Ay , good now , love , love , nothing but love . Pan . In good troth , it begins fo : Love , love , nothing but love , ftill more ! For , ob , love's bow Shoots buck and doe : The shaft confounds Not that it wounds , i But ...
... faith . Par . Ay , good now , love , love , nothing but love . Pan . In good troth , it begins fo : Love , love , nothing but love , ftill more ! For , ob , love's bow Shoots buck and doe : The shaft confounds Not that it wounds , i But ...
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Página 319 - 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.
Página 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Página 327 - 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.
Página 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.