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.]., Volumen3 |
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Página 153
... Dromio of Twin - brothers , and Ephefus , Syracufe , Dromio of Antipholis's . flaves to the two Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . SCENE , ACT I. I. SCENE I. Failor , Officers , and other At- tendants . Ephefus . The Duke's ...
... Dromio of Twin - brothers , and Ephefus , Syracufe , Dromio of Antipholis's . flaves to the two Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . SCENE , ACT I. I. SCENE I. Failor , Officers , and other At- tendants . Ephefus . The Duke's ...
Página 157
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
Página 158
... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
Página 159
... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave , have done your ...
... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave , have done your ...
Página 160
... Dromio . Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the mind ...
... Dromio . Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the mind ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.