The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Том 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... nature , you ac- count a vice in him : you maft in no way fay , he is covetous . 1 Cit . If I muft not , I need not be barren of accu- fations ; he hath faults , with furplus , to tire in repeti- tion . [ Shouts within . ] What fhouts ...
... nature , you ac- count a vice in him : you maft in no way fay , he is covetous . 1 Cit . If I muft not , I need not be barren of accu- fations ; he hath faults , with furplus , to tire in repeti- tion . [ Shouts within . ] What fhouts ...
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... Pride is his own Glass , his own Trumpet , his own Chronicle ; and whatever praifes itself but in the Deed , devours the Deed in the Praife . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs Sic . 12 CORIOLANUS . Mar. Sir, it is; ...
... Pride is his own Glass , his own Trumpet , his own Chronicle ; and whatever praifes itself but in the Deed , devours the Deed in the Praife . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs Sic . 12 CORIOLANUS . Mar. Sir, it is; ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the fhadow Which he treads on at noon ; but I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . Bru . Fame , at the ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the fhadow Which he treads on at noon ; but I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . Bru . Fame , at the ...
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... Nature to a Thing moft oppofite , then let the Other do fo too . But Courts and Cities , being made all of smooth - fac'd Soothing , remain in their proper Na- ture . In the fecond Part of the Sentence , the Antithefis between " Steel ...
... Nature to a Thing moft oppofite , then let the Other do fo too . But Courts and Cities , being made all of smooth - fac'd Soothing , remain in their proper Na- ture . In the fecond Part of the Sentence , the Antithefis between " Steel ...
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... Nature teaches Beafts to know their friends . Men . Pray you , whom does the wolf love ? Sic . The lamb . Men . Ay , to devour him , as the hungry Plebeians would the noble Marcius . Bru . He's a lamb , indeed , that baes like a bear ...
... Nature teaches Beafts to know their friends . Men . Pray you , whom does the wolf love ? Sic . The lamb . Men . Ay , to devour him , as the hungry Plebeians would the noble Marcius . Bru . He's a lamb , indeed , that baes like a bear ...
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