The Works of Shakespeare, Volym 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... nature doth with merit challenge . Gonerill , Our eldest born , fpeak firft . Gon . I love you , Sir , Dearer than eye - fight , fpace and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No lefs than life , with grace , health ...
... nature doth with merit challenge . Gonerill , Our eldest born , fpeak firft . Gon . I love you , Sir , Dearer than eye - fight , fpace and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No lefs than life , with grace , health ...
Sida 11
... nature is afham'd Almoft t ' acknowledge hers . France . This is most strange ! That the , who ev'n but now was your beft object , Your Praife's argument , balm of your age , Dearest and best ; fhould in this trice of time Commit a ...
... nature is afham'd Almoft t ' acknowledge hers . France . This is most strange ! That the , who ev'n but now was your beft object , Your Praife's argument , balm of your age , Dearest and best ; fhould in this trice of time Commit a ...
Sida 12
... nature , Which often leaves the history unfpoke , That it intends to do ? my lord of Burgundy , What fay you to the lady ? love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have ...
... nature , Which often leaves the history unfpoke , That it intends to do ? my lord of Burgundy , What fay you to the lady ? love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have ...
Sida 14
... Nature , art my Goddess ; to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore should I Stand in the plague of cuftom , and permit The curtefie of nations to deprive me , ( 3 ) For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moon - fhines 1111 ( 3 ) The ...
... Nature , art my Goddess ; to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore should I Stand in the plague of cuftom , and permit The curtefie of nations to deprive me , ( 3 ) For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moon - fhines 1111 ( 3 ) The ...
Sida 15
... nature , take More compofition and fierce quality ; Than doth , within a dull , stale , tired bed , Go to creating a whole tribe of fops , Got ' tween a - fleep and wake ? Well then , Legitimate Edgar , I muft have your land ; Our ...
... nature , take More compofition and fierce quality ; Than doth , within a dull , stale , tired bed , Go to creating a whole tribe of fops , Got ' tween a - fleep and wake ? Well then , Legitimate Edgar , I muft have your land ; Our ...
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Sida 283 - 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.
Sida 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Sida 280 - 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 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Sida 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Sida 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Sida 282 - 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 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Sida 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Sida 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.