The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. 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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Sida 13
... thing like it ? But to get out of this per- plexity , he tells us , that a very flight alteration makes all these conftructions unnecessary , and fo changes it to harness - dight . Yet indeed the very flightest alteration will at any ...
... thing like it ? But to get out of this per- plexity , he tells us , that a very flight alteration makes all these conftructions unnecessary , and fo changes it to harness - dight . Yet indeed the very flightest alteration will at any ...
Sida 14
... thing ; but every thing fo out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no ufe ; or pur- blind Argus , all eyes and no fight . Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay ...
... thing ; but every thing fo out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no ufe ; or pur- blind Argus , all eyes and no fight . Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay ...
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... thing yesterday . Think on't . Cre . So I do . Pan . I'll be fworn ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . [ Sound a retreat : Cre . And I'll spring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . Pan . Hark ...
... thing yesterday . Think on't . Cre . So I do . Pan . I'll be fworn ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . [ Sound a retreat : Cre . And I'll spring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . Pan . Hark ...
Sida 21
... thing , he cares not . An the devil come to him , it's all one . By godflid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder , niece , is't not a gallant man too , is't not ? Why , this is brave now ...
... thing , he cares not . An the devil come to him , it's all one . By godflid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder , niece , is't not a gallant man too , is't not ? Why , this is brave now ...
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... Things won are done ; joy's foul lies in the doing : That the belov'd knows nought , that knows not this- Men prize the thing ungain'd , more than it is . 7 That she was never yet , that ever knew Love got so sweet , as when defire did ...
... Things won are done ; joy's foul lies in the doing : That the belov'd knows nought , that knows not this- Men prize the thing ungain'd , more than it is . 7 That she was never yet , that ever knew Love got so sweet , as when defire did ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Sida 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Sida 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Sida 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Sida 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Sida 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Sida 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Sida 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Sida 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Sida 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Sida 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...