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And is the Farmer ' s picture , and his wives , Lay ' d downe to th ' fire yet ? Siad .
They are a roasting both too . : Hec . Good ; Then their marrowes are a melting
subtelly , And three monethes sicknes sucks up life in ' em . They denide me often
...
And is the Farmer ' s picture , and his wives , Lay ' d downe to th ' fire yet ? Siad .
They are a roasting both too . : Hec . Good ; Then their marrowes are a melting
subtelly , And three monethes sicknes sucks up life in ' em . They denide me often
...
Sida 592
Fire . And may you not have one a - clock in to th ' dozen ( Mother ? ) Hec . Noh .
Fire . Your fpirits are then more unconscionable then bakers : You ' ll have liv ' d
then ( Mother ) fix - score yeare to the hundred ; and me - thincks after six - score
...
Fire . And may you not have one a - clock in to th ' dozen ( Mother ? ) Hec . Noh .
Fire . Your fpirits are then more unconscionable then bakers : You ' ll have liv ' d
then ( Mother ) fix - score yeare to the hundred ; and me - thincks after six - score
...
Sida 595
Fire . I was fayne to throw the cat upon her , to save her honestie ; and all litle
enough : I cryde out ftill , I pray be coverd . See where he comes now ( Mother . )
Tiub Enter ALMACHILDES , Alm . Call you theis witches ? They be tumblers me ...
Fire . I was fayne to throw the cat upon her , to save her honestie ; and all litle
enough : I cryde out ftill , I pray be coverd . See where he comes now ( Mother . )
Tiub Enter ALMACHILDES , Alm . Call you theis witches ? They be tumblers me ...
Sida 597
What Fire - Stone , our sweet son ? Fire . A litle sweeter then some of you ; or a
doonghill were too good for me . Hec . How much haft here ? Fire . Nineteene ,
and all brave plump ones ; besides fix lizards , and three serpentine eggs . Hec .
What Fire - Stone , our sweet son ? Fire . A litle sweeter then some of you ; or a
doonghill were too good for me . Hec . How much haft here ? Fire . Nineteene ,
and all brave plump ones ; besides fix lizards , and three serpentine eggs . Hec .
Sida 599
... the entomb ' d to burst out from their marbles ; Nay , draw yond moone to my
envoly ' d designes ? Fire . I know as well as can be when my mother ' s mad and
our great catt angrie ; for one spitts French then , and thother spitts Latten . Duch .
... the entomb ' d to burst out from their marbles ; Nay , draw yond moone to my
envoly ' d designes ? Fire . I know as well as can be when my mother ' s mad and
our great catt angrie ; for one spitts French then , and thother spitts Latten . Duch .
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Sida 454 - 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 335 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Sida 343 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Sida 521 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Sida 371 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Sida 368 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Sida 338 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death. To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
Sida 476 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Sida 380 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Sida 387 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, Volym 7 The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Författare | William Shakespeare |
| Utgivare | T. Longman, 1793 |
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