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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Strana 3
... firft , ( for even that age refined itself in fome measure , ) were made up of fome ridiculous incoherent ftory , which in one play many times took up the business of an age . I fuppofe I need not name Pericles , Prince of Tyre , [ and ...
... firft , ( for even that age refined itself in fome measure , ) were made up of fome ridiculous incoherent ftory , which in one play many times took up the business of an age . I fuppofe I need not name Pericles , Prince of Tyre , [ and ...
Strana 15
... firft parents , we might have boldly protefted our innocence to heaven . WARBURTON . 8. Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclufion ; left you fay , & c . ] Polixenes had faid , that fince the time of childhood and innocence ...
... firft parents , we might have boldly protefted our innocence to heaven . WARBURTON . 8. Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclufion ; left you fay , & c . ] Polixenes had faid , that fince the time of childhood and innocence ...
Strana 16
... firft ? it has an elder fister , Or I mistake you : O , would her name were Grace ! With Spur we beat an acre . But to the goal ; - ] Thus this paffage has been always printed ; whence it appears , that the editors did not take the ...
... firft ? it has an elder fister , Or I mistake you : O , would her name were Grace ! With Spur we beat an acre . But to the goal ; - ] Thus this paffage has been always printed ; whence it appears , that the editors did not take the ...
Strana 29
... firft mele . " Formerly not only at every great man's table the vifitants were placed according to their confequence or dignity , but with additional marks of inferiority , viz . of fitting below the great faltfeller placed in the ...
... firft mele . " Formerly not only at every great man's table the vifitants were placed according to their confequence or dignity , but with additional marks of inferiority , viz . of fitting below the great faltfeller placed in the ...
Strana 36
... firft and fecond folio , these words are the conclufion of Camillo's fpeech . The later editors have certainly done right in giving them to Leontes ; but I think they would come in better at the end of the line : Make that thy question ...
... firft and fecond folio , these words are the conclufion of Camillo's fpeech . The later editors have certainly done right in giving them to Leontes ; but I think they would come in better at the end of the line : Make that thy question ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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?
Strana 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.