The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Том 8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... live , draw your Neck out of the Collar . Sam . I strike quickly , being mov❜d . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . 1 we'll not carry coals . ] A phrase then in ufe , to fignify the bearing injuries . WARBURTON . This is ...
... live , draw your Neck out of the Collar . Sam . I strike quickly , being mov❜d . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . 1 we'll not carry coals . ] A phrase then in ufe , to fignify the bearing injuries . WARBURTON . This is ...
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... live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I fhould forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other Beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ...
... live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I fhould forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other Beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ...
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... live a thousand years , I fhould not forget it : Wilt thou not , Julé , quoth he ? and , pretty fool , it ftinted , and faid , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace . 8 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe ...
... live a thousand years , I fhould not forget it : Wilt thou not , Julé , quoth he ? and , pretty fool , it ftinted , and faid , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace . 8 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe ...
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... live , But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give , Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true Birth , ftumbling on abuse . The grey - ey'd morn , & c . ] These four firft lines are here re- placed ...
... live , But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give , Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true Birth , ftumbling on abuse . The grey - ey'd morn , & c . ] These four firft lines are here re- placed ...
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... live . Prin . Romeo flew him , he flew Mercutio ; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ? La . Mont . Not Romeo , Prince , he was Mercutio's friend ; His fault concludes but what the law should end , The life of Tybalt . Prin ...
... live . Prin . Romeo flew him , he flew Mercutio ; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ? La . Mont . Not Romeo , Prince , he was Mercutio's friend ; His fault concludes but what the law should end , The life of Tybalt . Prin ...
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Сторінка 169 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Сторінка 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Сторінка 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Сторінка 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Сторінка 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Сторінка 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
Сторінка 213 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Сторінка 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Сторінка 39 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.