The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volum 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pàgina 58
... beat the ho- neft men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father › if Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : you would not , it were a good fign that I fhould quickly have ...
... beat the ho- neft men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father › if Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : you would not , it were a good fign that I fhould quickly have ...
Pàgina 75
... beat them backward home . What is that noife ? [ A cry within , of women , Sey . It is the cry of women , my good lord . Macb . I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been , my fenfes would have cool'd To hear a night ...
... beat them backward home . What is that noife ? [ A cry within , of women , Sey . It is the cry of women , my good lord . Macb . I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been , my fenfes would have cool'd To hear a night ...
Pàgina 66
... French quarrels enough , if you could tell how to reckon . K. Henry . Indeed , the French may lay twenty French crowns to one , they will beat us ; for they bear bear them on their fhoulders : But it is no 66 Aa IV . KING HENRY V.
... French quarrels enough , if you could tell how to reckon . K. Henry . Indeed , the French may lay twenty French crowns to one , they will beat us ; for they bear bear them on their fhoulders : But it is no 66 Aa IV . KING HENRY V.
Pàgina 68
... beats upon the high shore of this world , No , not all thefe , thrice - gorgeous ceremony , Not all thefe , laid in bed majeftical , Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets him to ...
... beats upon the high shore of this world , No , not all thefe , thrice - gorgeous ceremony , Not all thefe , laid in bed majeftical , Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets him to ...
Pàgina 4
... Beat . I pray you , is fignior Montanto return'd from the wars , or no ? Me . I know none of that name , lady ; there was mone fuch in the army of any fort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My coufin means fignior ...
... Beat . I pray you , is fignior Montanto return'd from the wars , or no ? Me . I know none of that name , lady ; there was mone fuch in the army of any fort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My coufin means fignior ...
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Pàgina 68 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pàgina 18 - 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?
Pàgina 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Pàgina 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pàgina 38 - 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.
Pàgina 66 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 9 - 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.
Pàgina 21 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Pàgina 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pàgina 10 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win...