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 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... Poet's Meaning , ftript of the Jingle which makes it dark : that you have WANTED . ] This nonfenfe must be corrected thus , And well are worth the Want that you have VAUNTED . . e . that difherifon , which you fo much glory in , you ...
... Poet's Meaning , ftript of the Jingle which makes it dark : that you have WANTED . ] This nonfenfe must be corrected thus , And well are worth the Want that you have VAUNTED . . e . that difherifon , which you fo much glory in , you ...
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... poet died . O utinam extra legitimum connubialem borum em procreatus ! Ita enim proge- nitores mei in Venerem incaluif- fent ardentiùs , ac cumulatim af- fatimque generofa femina contu- liffent , è quibus ego forma blan- ditiam et ...
... poet died . O utinam extra legitimum connubialem borum em procreatus ! Ita enim proge- nitores mei in Venerem incaluif- fent ardentiùs , ac cumulatim af- fatimque generofa femina contu- liffent , è quibus ego forma blan- ditiam et ...
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... poet alludes to the debauche- ries of the Pagan Gods , who made heroes of all their baftards . WARBURTON . I fubfcrib'd his pow'r ! ] Subfcrib'd , for transferred , alie- nated . WARBURTON . To fubfcribe , is to transfer by figning or ...
... poet alludes to the debauche- ries of the Pagan Gods , who made heroes of all their baftards . WARBURTON . I fubfcrib'd his pow'r ! ] Subfcrib'd , for transferred , alie- nated . WARBURTON . To fubfcribe , is to transfer by figning or ...
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... poet to expofe . But it was a tender point , and required managing . For this impious juggle had in his time a kind of religious reverence paid to it . It was therefore to be done o- bliquely ; and the circumstances of the fcene ...
... poet to expofe . But it was a tender point , and required managing . For this impious juggle had in his time a kind of religious reverence paid to it . It was therefore to be done o- bliquely ; and the circumstances of the fcene ...
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... Poet wrote , -treading dark - ey'd Night . i . e . travelling in it . The other carries too obfcure and mean an Allufion . It must either be borrow'd from the Cant - phrafe of threading of Alleys , i . e . go- ing thro ' bye paffages to ...
... Poet wrote , -treading dark - ey'd Night . i . e . travelling in it . The other carries too obfcure and mean an Allufion . It must either be borrow'd from the Cant - phrafe of threading of Alleys , i . e . go- ing thro ' bye paffages to ...
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Сторінка 132 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Сторінка 429 - 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.
Сторінка 423 - 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!
Сторінка 26 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Сторінка 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Сторінка 461 - 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.
Сторінка 117 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Сторінка 149 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Сторінка 392 - 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.
Сторінка 131 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.