The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... seem to be fullied by a fpecies of argument that made them appear to have led their husbands into temptation . Grace or Heaven help me ! -Do not argue in that manner ; do not draw any conclufion or inference from your , and your ...
... seem to be fullied by a fpecies of argument that made them appear to have led their husbands into temptation . Grace or Heaven help me ! -Do not argue in that manner ; do not draw any conclufion or inference from your , and your ...
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... seems that blacks was the common term for mourning . A Mad World my Mafters , 1608 : 66 in fo many blacks " I'll have the church hung round " . So , in Black , however , will receive no other hue without difcovering it- felf through it ...
... seems that blacks was the common term for mourning . A Mad World my Mafters , 1608 : 66 in fo many blacks " I'll have the church hung round " . So , in Black , however , will receive no other hue without difcovering it- felf through it ...
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... seem to be of ours ? If at home , fir , POL . He's all my exercife , my mirth , my matter : Now my fworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parafite , my foldier , statesman , all : He makes a July's day fhort as December ; And , with ...
... seem to be of ours ? If at home , fir , POL . He's all my exercife , my mirth , my matter : Now my fworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parafite , my foldier , statesman , all : He makes a July's day fhort as December ; And , with ...
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... seem to have appeared to all the fubfequent editors , who read , with the editor of the fecond folio , " that does not think it . " But the old read- ing , I am perfuaded , is right . This is not an abstract proposition . - My wife is ...
... seem to have appeared to all the fubfequent editors , who read , with the editor of the fecond folio , " that does not think it . " But the old read- ing , I am perfuaded , is right . This is not an abstract proposition . - My wife is ...
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... seem , * Hath fometime lov'd : I take thy hand ; this hand , 2 Pol . O , father , you'll know more of that hereafter . ] This is replied by the king in answer to the fhepherd's faying , fince these good men are pleased . WARBURTON . The ...
... seem , * Hath fometime lov'd : I take thy hand ; this hand , 2 Pol . O , father , you'll know more of that hereafter . ] This is replied by the king in answer to the fhepherd's faying , fince these good men are pleased . WARBURTON . The ...
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Page 454 - 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.
Page 335 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Page 343 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 521 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Page 371 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Page 368 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 338 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death. To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
Page 476 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 380 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 387 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.