The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Hamlet. OthelloH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... paffion , though they appear only the genuine effufions of a pure and lawful af- fection , and affume the femblance of thofe facred engagements entered into at the altar of wedlock . The bonds here in our poet's thoughts were bonds of ...
... paffion , though they appear only the genuine effufions of a pure and lawful af- fection , and affume the femblance of thofe facred engagements entered into at the altar of wedlock . The bonds here in our poet's thoughts were bonds of ...
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... paffion , in an enthufiaft and a lover . WARBURTON . The comment on the word meditation is so ingenious , that I hope it is juft . JOHNSON . 6And duller bouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in eafe on Lethe wharf ...
... paffion , in an enthufiaft and a lover . WARBURTON . The comment on the word meditation is so ingenious , that I hope it is juft . JOHNSON . 6And duller bouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in eafe on Lethe wharf ...
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... paffion under heaven , That does afflict our natures . I am forry , - What , have you given him any hard words of late ? OPH . No , my good lord ; but , as you did com- mand , I did repel his letters , and deny'd His accefs to me . 9 ...
... paffion under heaven , That does afflict our natures . I am forry , - What , have you given him any hard words of late ? OPH . No , my good lord ; but , as you did com- mand , I did repel his letters , and deny'd His accefs to me . 9 ...
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... paffion in the gods . 2 POL . Look , whether he has not turn'd his co- lour , and has tears in's eyes . - Pr'ythee , no more . HAM . ' Tis well ; I'll have thee fpeak out the reft of this foon . - Good my lord , will you see the players ...
... paffion in the gods . 2 POL . Look , whether he has not turn'd his co- lour , and has tears in's eyes . - Pr'ythee , no more . HAM . ' Tis well ; I'll have thee fpeak out the reft of this foon . - Good my lord , will you see the players ...
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... paffion , " That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears , Richard III . in which the poet is again defcribing an actor , who is master of his art , will at once answer the objection : " Rich . Come , coufin , can'ft thou quake ...
... paffion , " That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears , Richard III . in which the poet is again defcribing an actor , who is master of his art , will at once answer the objection : " Rich . Come , coufin , can'ft thou quake ...
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againſt alfo ancient anſwer Antony and Cleopatra becauſe Brabantio Caffio caufe cauſe Cymbeline Cyprus Defdemona defire doth EMIL Exeunt expreffion faid fame fatire fays fcene fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhould fhow fignifies fimilar firft firſt folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftate ftill fuch fufpect fuppofe fure fword Hamlet hath heart heaven himſelf honeft Horatio huſband IAGO inftance itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King Lear LAER Laertes laft LAGO loft lord MALONE means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferved occafion old copies Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play pleaſe poet Polonius prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads QUEEN Rape of Lucrece reafon Roderigo ſay ſcene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflation ufed underſtand uſed WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf Отн
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