The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... doth pride grow ? I know not what pride is . Aga . Your mind's the clearer , Ajax , and your virtues The fairer . He that's proud , eats up himself : Pride is his own glafs , his own trumpet , his Own chronicle ; and whate'er praises ...
... doth pride grow ? I know not what pride is . Aga . Your mind's the clearer , Ajax , and your virtues The fairer . He that's proud , eats up himself : Pride is his own glafs , his own trumpet , his Own chronicle ; and whate'er praises ...
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... doth a battle , when they charge on heaps The enemy flying . Re - enter Pandarus . Pan . She's making her ready ... doth a battle , ] - As do forces . n [ Exit Pandarus . watry ] -longing . fray'd with a sprite : ] - frighted by a ghost ...
... doth a battle , when they charge on heaps The enemy flying . Re - enter Pandarus . Pan . She's making her ready ... doth a battle , ] - As do forces . n [ Exit Pandarus . watry ] -longing . fray'd with a sprite : ] - frighted by a ghost ...
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... doth embrace my bofom : My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ; And all my powers do their bestowing lofe , Like vaffalage at unawares encount❜ring The eye of majesty . Enter Pandarus , and Creffida . Pan . Come , come , what ...
... doth embrace my bofom : My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ; And all my powers do their bestowing lofe , Like vaffalage at unawares encount❜ring The eye of majesty . Enter Pandarus , and Creffida . Pan . Come , come , what ...
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... Doth one pluck down another , and together Die in the fall . But ' tis not fo with me : Fortune and I are friends ; I do enjoy At ample point all that I did poffefs , Save thefe men's looks ; who do , methinks , find out Something in me ...
... Doth one pluck down another , and together Die in the fall . But ' tis not fo with me : Fortune and I are friends ; I do enjoy At ample point all that I did poffefs , Save thefe men's looks ; who do , methinks , find out Something in me ...
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... doth the eye itself , ( That most pure fpirit of fenfe ) behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's form . For fpeculation turns not to itself , ' Till it hath travell'd , and is ...
... doth the eye itself , ( That most pure fpirit of fenfe ) behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's form . For fpeculation turns not to itself , ' Till it hath travell'd , and is ...
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Page 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Page 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.