The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Measure for measure ; Comedy of errors ; Much ado about nothing ; Love's labour's lostC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... seem the lapwing , and to jest , 3 Tongue make me not your flory . ] Do not , by deceiving me , make me a fubject for a tale . JOHNSON . Perhaps only , Do not divert yourself with me , as you would with a fory . STEEVENS . 4 -'tis my ...
... seem the lapwing , and to jest , 3 Tongue make me not your flory . ] Do not , by deceiving me , make me a fubject for a tale . JOHNSON . Perhaps only , Do not divert yourself with me , as you would with a fory . STEEVENS . 4 -'tis my ...
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... seem to be , Free from all faults , or from falfe feeming free . So in this play , O place , O pozver - bew doft theu Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser fouls To thy falfe feeming . But now I believe that a lefs alteration will ...
... seem to be , Free from all faults , or from falfe feeming free . So in this play , O place , O pozver - bew doft theu Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser fouls To thy falfe feeming . But now I believe that a lefs alteration will ...
Page 121
... seems unlike : ' tis not impoffible , But one , the wicked'ft caitiff on the ground , י May feem as fhy , as grave , as juft , as abfolute , As Angelo ; even fo may Angelo , In all his dreffings , characts , titles , forms , -truth is ...
... seems unlike : ' tis not impoffible , But one , the wicked'ft caitiff on the ground , י May feem as fhy , as grave , as juft , as abfolute , As Angelo ; even fo may Angelo , In all his dreffings , characts , titles , forms , -truth is ...
Page 122
... seems hid Not hide the falfe , feems true . " Duke . Many that are not mad , Have , fure , more lack of reafon . - What would you fay ? Ifab . I am the fifter of one Claudio , Condemn'd upon the act of fornication To lofe his head ...
... seems hid Not hide the falfe , feems true . " Duke . Many that are not mad , Have , fure , more lack of reafon . - What would you fay ? Ifab . I am the fifter of one Claudio , Condemn'd upon the act of fornication To lofe his head ...
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... seems you best , In any chastisement : I for a while Will leave you ; ftir not you , till you have well Determined upon these flanderers . [ Exit . Efcal . My lord , we'll do it throughly . Signior Lucio , did not you fay , you knew ...
... seems you best , In any chastisement : I for a while Will leave you ; ftir not you , till you have well Determined upon these flanderers . [ Exit . Efcal . My lord , we'll do it throughly . Signior Lucio , did not you fay , you knew ...
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Afide againſt anfwer Angelo Antipholis Bawd Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Coft Coftard defire Dogb doth Dromio Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes fafe faid falfe fame fatire feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fignior fince firft flander fome fool foul fpeak fpeech friar ftand ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fure fweet grace hath hear heaven Hero himſelf honour houſe huſband Ifab jeft JOHNSON King lady lapwing lefs Leon Leonato lord Lucio mafter mean meaſure moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf obferved paffage Pedro perfon pleaſe Pompey pray prefent prifon prince Prov Provoft purpoſe reafon Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Sir Thomas Hanmer ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue uſe WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
Popular passages
Page 251 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Page 8 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 469 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 23 - Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Page 419 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 422 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 8 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 344 - These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 42 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: how would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 304 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...