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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... Whose nature is fo far from doing harms , That he fufpects none ; on whofe foolish honefty My practices ride eafy ; I fee the business . Let me , if not by birth , have lands by wit ; All with me's meet , that I can fashion fit . Gon ...
... Whose nature is fo far from doing harms , That he fufpects none ; on whofe foolish honefty My practices ride eafy ; I fee the business . Let me , if not by birth , have lands by wit ; All with me's meet , that I can fashion fit . Gon ...
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... intermiffion , because it came between their leifure and the Steward's message . WARB . 5 They fummon'd up their mei- ny , -1 Meiny , i e . people . Pope . And And meeting here the other meffenger , Whose welcome , 62 KING LEAR .
... intermiffion , because it came between their leifure and the Steward's message . WARB . 5 They fummon'd up their mei- ny , -1 Meiny , i e . people . Pope . And And meeting here the other meffenger , Whose welcome , 62 KING LEAR .
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... Whose welcome , I peceiv'd , had poifon'd mine , Being the very fellow , which of late Display'd fo faucily against your Highness , Having more man than wit about me , I drew ; He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries . Your fon ...
... Whose welcome , I peceiv'd , had poifon'd mine , Being the very fellow , which of late Display'd fo faucily against your Highness , Having more man than wit about me , I drew ; He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries . Your fon ...
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... Your old kind father , whose frank heart gave all- O , that way , madness lies ; let me fhun that ; No more of that.- Kent . Good my Lord , enter here , G 4 Lear . Lear . Pr'ythee , go in thyfelf ; seek thine KING LEAR . 87 SCENE ...
... Your old kind father , whose frank heart gave all- O , that way , madness lies ; let me fhun that ; No more of that.- Kent . Good my Lord , enter here , G 4 Lear . Lear . Pr'ythee , go in thyfelf ; seek thine KING LEAR . 87 SCENE ...
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... Whose age has charms in it , whofe title more , To pluck the common bofoms on his fide , And turn our impreft lances in our eyes , Which do command them . With him I fent the Queen ; My reafon all the fame ; and they are ready Tomorrow ...
... Whose age has charms in it , whofe title more , To pluck the common bofoms on his fide , And turn our impreft lances in our eyes , Which do command them . With him I fent the Queen ; My reafon all the fame ; and they are ready Tomorrow ...
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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.