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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... better copy in the folio , it follows the first quarto , even in the errours of the prefs . This edition , like all the other , except Bell's , is given from the fo- lio . The variations are fome- times noted . KING KING LEAR . ACT I ...
... better copy in the folio , it follows the first quarto , even in the errours of the prefs . This edition , like all the other , except Bell's , is given from the fo- lio . The variations are fome- times noted . KING KING LEAR . ACT I ...
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... better . Edm . Sir , I fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall again . -The King is coming . 4 fome year elder than this , ] The Oxford Editor , not under- ftanding the common phrafe , al- ters ...
... better . Edm . Sir , I fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall again . -The King is coming . 4 fome year elder than this , ] The Oxford Editor , not under- ftanding the common phrafe , al- ters ...
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... better able to discharge the truft ; and his natural affec- tion for his daughters , only the Je.ond . WARBURTON . Faft is the reading of the first folio , and I think the true read- ing . Conftant will feems a confir- mation of fat ...
... better able to discharge the truft ; and his natural affec- tion for his daughters , only the Je.ond . WARBURTON . Faft is the reading of the first folio , and I think the true read- ing . Conftant will feems a confir- mation of fat ...
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... better numbers , with a degree of in- fincerity , which , if not fome- times detected and cenfured , muft impair the credit of antient books . One of the editors , and perhaps only one , knew how much mischief may be done by fuch ...
... better numbers , with a degree of in- fincerity , which , if not fome- times detected and cenfured , muft impair the credit of antient books . One of the editors , and perhaps only one , knew how much mischief may be done by fuch ...
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... better , Lear , and let me ftill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo . Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy Gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his hand on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear ...
... better , Lear , and let me ftill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo . Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy Gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his hand on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear ...
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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.