Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Pagina 14
... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is Enter an ATTENDANT . your tidings ? ATTEN . The king comes here to - night . LADY M. Thou'rt mad to ...
... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is Enter an ATTENDANT . your tidings ? ATTEN . The king comes here to - night . LADY M. Thou'rt mad to ...
Pagina 16
... tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the ferpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you fhall put This night's great business into my despatch ; Which fhall to all our nights and days to come Give folely ...
... tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the ferpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you fhall put This night's great business into my despatch ; Which fhall to all our nights and days to come Give folely ...
Pagina 28
... Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! MACB . LEN . What's the matter ? MACD . Confufion now hath made his mafter - piece ! Moft facrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and ftole thence The life o ...
... Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! MACB . LEN . What's the matter ? MACD . Confufion now hath made his mafter - piece ! Moft facrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and ftole thence The life o ...
Pagina 30
... tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? DON . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and feize us ? Let's away ; our tears Are not yet brew'd . MAL . Nor our ftrong forrow on ...
... tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? DON . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and feize us ? Let's away ; our tears Are not yet brew'd . MAL . Nor our ftrong forrow on ...
Pagina 39
... tongue : Unfafe the while , that we Muft lave our honours in these flattering ftreams ; And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Difguifing what they are . LADY M. You must leave this . MACB . O , full of scorpions is my mind , dear ...
... tongue : Unfafe the while , that we Muft lave our honours in these flattering ftreams ; And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Difguifing what they are . LADY M. You must leave this . MACB . O , full of scorpions is my mind , dear ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 3 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1797 |
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Pagina 29 - 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.
Pagina 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 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 ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Pagina 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Pagina 349 - 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.
Pagina 50 - 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...
Pagina 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Pagina 349 - 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
Pagina 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pagina 19 - 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.