The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volume 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... for peaking to you , How in my Words foever he be fhent , To give them Seals never my Soul confent . Twelfth - night . Hamlet . 1 Ulyf . No , you fee , he is 2 Ulyf 48 TROILUS and CRESSIDA . Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch jugling, ...
... for peaking to you , How in my Words foever he be fhent , To give them Seals never my Soul confent . Twelfth - night . Hamlet . 1 Ulyf . No , you fee , he is 2 Ulyf 48 TROILUS and CRESSIDA . Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch jugling, ...
Page 71
... Soul of State ; Which hath an operation more divine , ( 29 ) And go to duft , that is a little gilt , More Laud than Gilt o'er - dufted . ] In this mangled Condition do we find this truly fine Obfervation transmitted in the old Folio's ...
... Soul of State ; Which hath an operation more divine , ( 29 ) And go to duft , that is a little gilt , More Laud than Gilt o'er - dufted . ] In this mangled Condition do we find this truly fine Obfervation transmitted in the old Folio's ...
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... Soul ? let's talk , it is not day . Jul . It is , it is hie hence , be gone , away : It is the lark that fings fo out of tune , Straining harth difcords , and unpleafing harps . Some fay , the lark makes fweet divifion ; This doth not ...
... Soul ? let's talk , it is not day . Jul . It is , it is hie hence , be gone , away : It is the lark that fings fo out of tune , Straining harth difcords , and unpleafing harps . Some fay , the lark makes fweet divifion ; This doth not ...
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... Soul , and not my Child ! Dead art Thou ! dead ; alack ! my Child is dead , And with my Child my Joys are buried . Fri. Peace , ho , for Shame ! Confufion's Cure lives not ( 26 ) In these Confufions : Heaven and Yourfelf Had Part in ...
... Soul , and not my Child ! Dead art Thou ! dead ; alack ! my Child is dead , And with my Child my Joys are buried . Fri. Peace , ho , for Shame ! Confufion's Cure lives not ( 26 ) In these Confufions : Heaven and Yourfelf Had Part in ...
Page 251
... Soul here , as the Fire does in the Purgatory here alluded to : and that the Soul must be purged either by fafting here , or by burning hereafter . This Opinion Shakespeare again hints at , where he makes Hamlet fay ; He took my Father ...
... Soul here , as the Fire does in the Purgatory here alluded to : and that the Soul must be purged either by fafting here , or by burning hereafter . This Opinion Shakespeare again hints at , where he makes Hamlet fay ; He took my Father ...
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Page 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Page 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Page 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.