Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volym 1J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... whose pity , fighing back again , A confidence fans bound . He being thus lorded , 2c Did us but loving wrong . Not only with what my revenue yielded , But what my power might else exact , —like one , Who having unto truth , by telling ...
... whose pity , fighing back again , A confidence fans bound . He being thus lorded , 2c Did us but loving wrong . Not only with what my revenue yielded , But what my power might else exact , —like one , Who having unto truth , by telling ...
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... Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . What a ftrange drowsiness poffeffes them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why 35 Seb . Claribel . Doth it not then our eye - lids fink ? I find not Myfelf difpos'd to fleep . Ant ...
... Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . What a ftrange drowsiness poffeffes them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why 35 Seb . Claribel . Doth it not then our eye - lids fink ? I find not Myfelf difpos'd to fleep . Ant ...
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... who's your friend ; open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice : It should be , -55 But he's drown'd ; and these are devils : O ! de- fend me ! - Ste . Four legs , and two voices ; a moft delicate monster ! His forward ...
... who's your friend ; open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice : It should be , -55 But he's drown'd ; and these are devils : O ! de- fend me ! - Ste . Four legs , and two voices ; a moft delicate monster ! His forward ...
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... whose wraths to guard you from ( Which here , in this most desolate ifle , elfe falls Upon your heads ) is nothing , but heart's forrow , And a clear 7 life enfuing . 40 They have left their viands behind ; for we have sto - 45 Will ' t ...
... whose wraths to guard you from ( Which here , in this most desolate ifle , elfe falls Upon your heads ) is nothing , but heart's forrow , And a clear 7 life enfuing . 40 They have left their viands behind ; for we have sto - 45 Will ' t ...
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... whose nature Nurture 4 can never stick ; on whom my pains , Humanely taken , all , all loft , quite loft ; And as , with age , his body uglier grows , So his mind cankers : I will plague them all , Even to roaring : -Come , hang them on ...
... whose nature Nurture 4 can never stick ; on whom my pains , Humanely taken , all , all loft , quite loft ; And as , with age , his body uglier grows , So his mind cankers : I will plague them all , Even to roaring : -Come , hang them on ...
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Afide againſt anſwer art thou becauſe beſt Biron blood brother coufin defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair father Faulconbridge fear feem fent fhall fhew fignifies fince fing firſt fleep fome fool Ford foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet fword give grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf Hoft honour houſe huſband Ifab itſelf John king lady Leonato look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam mafter marry means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Pedro pleaſe Pompey pray prefent prince purpoſe reaſon ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe Weft whofe wife word yourſelf
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Sida 395 - 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.
Sida 460 - 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
Sida 232 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Sida 19 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Sida 174 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Sida 425 - Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen, and full of water. That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Sida 163 - 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.
Sida 376 - 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.
Sida 200 - If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him ! Bass.
Sida 199 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.