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1st folio 2d folios All's beauty Bertram better Boskos Camb captain Carbonadoed Changed by Hanmer Choughs Clarke Clown Coll conjecture Count Rousillon Countess court Diana doth drum duke Duke of Florence early eds editors ellipsis Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff favour Florence Florentine follow fool France friends Gentleman give Halliwell hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Henry IV honour hope husband Johnson King knave lady Lafeu later folios Lear live Lord lordship Macb madam maid Malone marriage marry Marseilles meaning Measure for Measure mistress Monarcho Monsieur mother Narbon nature never night noble Pandarus Parolles passage play Plutus poor pray quotes reading ring Scene Schmidt scurvy Senoys sense Shakspere Shakspere's Soldier speak speech Steevens sweet thee Theo thine things thought truth Twelfth Night verb virtue Warb Widow wife woman word young youth
Page 30 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 40 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 62 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Page 25 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Page 51 - Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ; Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still : thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more.