The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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... himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf an artificial night . Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counfel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ...
... himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf an artificial night . Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counfel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ...
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... himself among To be conforted with the hum'rous night : Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . thefe trees , Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar tree , And with his mistress were ...
... himself among To be conforted with the hum'rous night : Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . thefe trees , Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar tree , And with his mistress were ...
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... himself to mar , quotha ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo . Rom . I can tell you : but young Romeo will be older when you have found him , than he was when you fought him : I am the youngest of that ...
... himself to mar , quotha ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo . Rom . I can tell you : but young Romeo will be older when you have found him , than he was when you fought him : I am the youngest of that ...
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... himself ? say thou but , I ; And that bear vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . ( 11 ) Nurfe . I faw the wound , I faw it with mine eyes , ( God fave the mark , ) here on his manly breast . A ...
... himself ? say thou but , I ; And that bear vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . ( 11 ) Nurfe . I faw the wound , I faw it with mine eyes , ( God fave the mark , ) here on his manly breast . A ...
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... himself on the ground . Fri. Arife , one knocks ; good Romeo , hide thy felf . [ Knock within . Rom . Not I , unless the breath of heart - fick Groans , Mift - like , infold me from the Search of Eyes . [ Knock . Fri. Hark , how they ...
... himself on the ground . Fri. Arife , one knocks ; good Romeo , hide thy felf . [ Knock within . Rom . Not I , unless the breath of heart - fick Groans , Mift - like , infold me from the Search of Eyes . [ Knock . Fri. Hark , how they ...
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Сторінка 191 - How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Сторінка 212 - I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.
Сторінка 114 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Сторінка 119 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee.
Сторінка 172 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 153 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Сторінка 161 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Сторінка 24 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Сторінка 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Сторінка 246 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart...