The Works of Shakespeare, Volym 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - coats and mills , Sometimes with lunatick bans ...
... voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - coats and mills , Sometimes with lunatick bans ...
Sida 64
... voice of anightingale . Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white Herrings . Croak not , black angel , I have no food for thee . Kent . How do you , Sir ? ftand you not fo amaz'd ; Will you lye down , and reft upon the Cushions ? 1 ...
... voice of anightingale . Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white Herrings . Croak not , black angel , I have no food for thee . Kent . How do you , Sir ? ftand you not fo amaz'd ; Will you lye down , and reft upon the Cushions ? 1 ...
Sida 83
... voice is alter'd ; and thou fpeak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didft . Edg . You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I chang'd , But in my garments . Glo . Sure , you're better spoken . Edg . Come on , Sir , here's the place ...
... voice is alter'd ; and thou fpeak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didft . Edg . You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I chang'd , But in my garments . Glo . Sure , you're better spoken . Edg . Come on , Sir , here's the place ...
Sida 85
... at : hence the Phrafe , to bit the White . So that We must certainly read , O well - flown ,. Basb ! i , e . the barbed , or bearded Arrow . Mr. Warburton . Lear 1 • 1 Lear . País . Glo . I know that voice King LEA r . 85.
... at : hence the Phrafe , to bit the White . So that We must certainly read , O well - flown ,. Basb ! i , e . the barbed , or bearded Arrow . Mr. Warburton . Lear 1 • 1 Lear . País . Glo . I know that voice King LEA r . 85.
Sida 86
... voice . Lear . Ha ! Gonerill ! hah ! Regan ! they flatter'd me like a dog , and told me , I had white hairs in my beard , ere the black ones were there . To say ay , and no , to every thing that I faid - Ay , and no , too was no good ...
... voice . Lear . Ha ! Gonerill ! hah ! Regan ! they flatter'd me like a dog , and told me , I had white hairs in my beard , ere the black ones were there . To say ay , and no , to every thing that I faid - Ay , and no , too was no good ...
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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.