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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Pagina 37
... breath ? It lies as fightly on the back of him , As great Alcides ' fhoes upon an afs : ] But why his boes in the name of propriety ? For let Hercules and his boes have been really as big as they were ever supposed to be , yet they ( I ...
... breath ? It lies as fightly on the back of him , As great Alcides ' fhoes upon an afs : ] But why his boes in the name of propriety ? For let Hercules and his boes have been really as big as they were ever supposed to be , yet they ( I ...
Pagina 56
... breathing lives to die in beds , That here come facrifices for the field : Perféver not , but hear me , mighty kings . K. JOHN . Speak on , with favour ; we are bent to hear . I CIT . That daughter there of Spain , the lady Blanch ...
... breathing lives to die in beds , That here come facrifices for the field : Perféver not , but hear me , mighty kings . K. JOHN . Speak on , with favour ; we are bent to hear . I CIT . That daughter there of Spain , the lady Blanch ...
Pagina 58
... breath that fets our fails on fire : " " Why now I fee we shall have cuffs indeed . " Perhaps the force of the word ftay , is not exactly known . I meet with it in Damon and Pythias , 1582 : " Not to prolong my life thereby , for which ...
... breath that fets our fails on fire : " " Why now I fee we shall have cuffs indeed . " Perhaps the force of the word ftay , is not exactly known . I meet with it in Damon and Pythias , 1582 : " Not to prolong my life thereby , for which ...
Pagina 60
... breath Of foft petitions , pity , and remorse , Cool and congeal again to what it was . ' 3 Left zeal , now melted , & c . ] We have here a very unusual , and , I think , not very juft image of zeal , which , in its highest degree , is ...
... breath Of foft petitions , pity , and remorse , Cool and congeal again to what it was . ' 3 Left zeal , now melted , & c . ] We have here a very unusual , and , I think , not very juft image of zeal , which , in its highest degree , is ...
Pagina 61
... breath that will cool metals in a state of fufion , pro- duces not the effects of froft . I ain therefore yet to learn , how " the foft petitions of Conftance , and pity for Arthur , " ( two gentle agents ) were competent to the act of ...
... breath that will cool metals in a state of fufion , pro- duces not the effects of froft . I ain therefore yet to learn , how " the foft petitions of Conftance , and pity for Arthur , " ( two gentle agents ) were competent to the act of ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1793 |
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Pagina 462 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pagina 110 - 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.
Pagina 124 - 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.
Pagina 359 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Pagina 520 - 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 74 - As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Pagina 504 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Pagina 236 - 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 315 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pagina 345 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...