The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volum 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pàgina 32
... house by the Intelligencers , for a traytor . Gentlemen , I am . glad you have difcovered him . He should not have eaten under my roof for twenty pounds . And fure I did not like him when he called for fih . And Marfion's Dutch Cour ...
... house by the Intelligencers , for a traytor . Gentlemen , I am . glad you have difcovered him . He should not have eaten under my roof for twenty pounds . And fure I did not like him when he called for fih . And Marfion's Dutch Cour ...
Pàgina 44
... confiftent ac- count . there afore you . ] He feems to intend to go to his daughter , but it appears afterwards that he is going to the house of Glofter . kindly ; . kindly ; for though fhe's as like this as 44 KING LE A R.
... confiftent ac- count . there afore you . ] He feems to intend to go to his daughter , but it appears afterwards that he is going to the house of Glofter . kindly ; . kindly ; for though fhe's as like this as 44 KING LE A R.
Pàgina 45
... house . Lear . Why ? Fool . Why , to put's head in , not to give it away to his daughters , and leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature . - So kind a father ! - Be my horfes ready ? Fool . Thy affes are gone ...
... house . Lear . Why ? Fool . Why , to put's head in , not to give it away to his daughters , and leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature . - So kind a father ! - Be my horfes ready ? Fool . Thy affes are gone ...
Pàgina 59
... house and home to the open wea- ther . It was perhaps firft ufed of men difmiffed from an hof- pital , or houfe of charity , fuch as was erected formerly in ma [ Reading the letter . Who ny places for travellers . Thofe houfes had names ...
... house and home to the open wea- ther . It was perhaps firft ufed of men difmiffed from an hof- pital , or houfe of charity , fuch as was erected formerly in ma [ Reading the letter . Who ny places for travellers . Thofe houfes had names ...
Pàgina 63
... house with loud and coward cries . Your fon and daughter found this trespass worth The fhame which here it fuffers . Fool . Winter's not gone yet , if the wild geefe y that way . Fathers , that wear rags , Do make their children blind ...
... house with loud and coward cries . Your fon and daughter found this trespass worth The fhame which here it fuffers . Fool . Winter's not gone yet , if the wild geefe y that way . Fathers , that wear rags , Do make their children blind ...
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Pàgina 132 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pàgina 429 - 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 423 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Pàgina 26 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Pàgina 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Pàgina 461 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Pàgina 117 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Pàgina 149 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Pàgina 392 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Pàgina 131 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.