The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... pray thee , And give the King this fatal - plotted fcroll ; Now question me no more , we are espied ; Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty , Which dread not yet their lives deftruction . ! Tam . Ah , my fweet Moor , fweeter to me ...
... pray thee , And give the King this fatal - plotted fcroll ; Now question me no more , we are espied ; Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty , Which dread not yet their lives deftruction . ! Tam . Ah , my fweet Moor , fweeter to me ...
Sida 25
... pray you let us hence , And let her joy her raven - colour'd love ; This valley fits the purpose paffing well . Baf . The King my brother fhall have note of this . Lav . Ay , for thefe flips have made him noted long , Good King , to be ...
... pray you let us hence , And let her joy her raven - colour'd love ; This valley fits the purpose paffing well . Baf . The King my brother fhall have note of this . Lav . Ay , for thefe flips have made him noted long , Good King , to be ...
Sida 35
... prayer have they been held up , And they have ferv'd me to effectless use . Now all the service I require of them , Is that the one will help to cut the other : ' Tis well , Lavinia , that thou haft no hands , For hands to do Rome ...
... prayer have they been held up , And they have ferv'd me to effectless use . Now all the service I require of them , Is that the one will help to cut the other : ' Tis well , Lavinia , that thou haft no hands , For hands to do Rome ...
Sida 38
... prayers , Or with our fighs we'll breathe the welkin dim , And ftain the fun with fogs , as fometime clouds When they do hug him in their melting bofoms . Mar. Oh brother , fpeak with poffibilities , And do not break into thefe two ...
... prayers , Or with our fighs we'll breathe the welkin dim , And ftain the fun with fogs , as fometime clouds When they do hug him in their melting bofoms . Mar. Oh brother , fpeak with poffibilities , And do not break into thefe two ...
Sida 42
... prayers . Thou shalt not figh , nor hold thy stumps to heav'n , Nor wink , nor nod , nor kneel , nor make a fign , But I , of these , will wreft an alphabet , And by ftill practice learn to know thy meaning . Boy . Good grandfire ...
... prayers . Thou shalt not figh , nor hold thy stumps to heav'n , Nor wink , nor nod , nor kneel , nor make a fign , But I , of these , will wreft an alphabet , And by ftill practice learn to know thy meaning . Boy . Good grandfire ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Volym 8 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1748 |
The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volym 8 William Shakespeare Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1968 |
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Sida 106 - 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 88 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Sida 93 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Sida 189 - 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...
Sida 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Sida 83 - 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 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Sida 103 - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Sida 125 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Sida 85 - 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.