The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three Volumes |
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Page 95
Suppose that then , ” says she , “ imagine me standing on the sea - beach , mine
arms extended thus , and my hair blown with the wind , wild as that defart , and all
let [ loose ] about me , tell [ fufficiently and in reality declare ] I am forsaken ...
Suppose that then , ” says she , “ imagine me standing on the sea - beach , mine
arms extended thus , and my hair blown with the wind , wild as that defart , and all
let [ loose ] about me , tell [ fufficiently and in reality declare ] I am forsaken ...
Page 109
Now , my liege , Tell me what blessings I have here alive , That I should fear to
die ! Therefore , proceed . But yet hear this ; mistake me not ; -no life ; I prize it not
a straw : but for mine honour , ( Which I would free ) if I fhall be condemn'd Upon ...
Now , my liege , Tell me what blessings I have here alive , That I should fear to
die ! Therefore , proceed . But yet hear this ; mistake me not ; -no life ; I prize it not
a straw : but for mine honour , ( Which I would free ) if I fhall be condemn'd Upon ...
Page 186
He is at Milford - Haven : read and tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean
affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? then , true
Pisanio , Who long'it like me , to see thy lord ; who long't( Oh , let me bate ) but not
like ...
He is at Milford - Haven : read and tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean
affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? then , true
Pisanio , Who long'it like me , to see thy lord ; who long't( Oh , let me bate ) but not
like ...
Page 214
Let me not burit in ignorance ! but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones , hearsed in death
, Have burst their cearments ? why the fepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly in
- urned , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ?
Let me not burit in ignorance ! but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones , hearsed in death
, Have burst their cearments ? why the fepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly in
- urned , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ?
Page 217
I am thy father's fpirit , Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night , And for the day
confin'd to fast in fires , Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt
and purg'd away : but that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prifon - house , I ...
I am thy father's fpirit , Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night , And for the day
confin'd to fast in fires , Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt
and purg'd away : but that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prifon - house , I ...
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Page 212 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 205 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
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Page 209 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
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Page 226 - That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 36 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 236 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.
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| Title | The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three Volumes Eighteenth Century English short title catalogue Eighteenth Century collection The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Macgowan, 1780 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 13 Sep 2007 |
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