The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8 |
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Pagina 20
Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year ,
come Lammas - eve at night , shall the be fourteen . Susan and the ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Suson is with God , she was too good for
me ...
Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year ,
come Lammas - eve at night , shall the be fourteen . Susan and the ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Suson is with God , she was too good for
me ...
Pagina 95
Take thou this phial , being then in Bed , And this distilled liquor drink thou off ;
When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour , which
shall seize Each vital fpirit ; for no Pulse shall keep His nat'ral progress , but ...
Take thou this phial , being then in Bed , And this distilled liquor drink thou off ;
When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour , which
shall seize Each vital fpirit ; for no Pulse shall keep His nat'ral progress , but ...
Pagina 96
In the mean time , against thou Thalt awake , Shall Romeo by my letters know our
drift , And hither shall he come , * and he and I Will watch thy Waking , and that
very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua ; And this shall free thee from
...
In the mean time , against thou Thalt awake , Shall Romeo by my letters know our
drift , And hither shall he come , * and he and I Will watch thy Waking , and that
very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua ; And this shall free thee from
...
Pagina 193
So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery , and your secrefy to the King and
Queen moult no feather . * I have of late , but wherefore I know not , lost all my
mirth , forgone all custom of exercise ; and , indeed , it goes so heavily with my ...
So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery , and your secrefy to the King and
Queen moult no feather . * I have of late , but wherefore I know not , lost all my
mirth , forgone all custom of exercise ; and , indeed , it goes so heavily with my ...
Pagina 271
You shall soon hear more . I lov'd your father , and we love ourself , And that , I
hope , will teach you to imagine How now ? what news ? Enter a Mellenger . Mej
. Letters , my Lord , from Hamlet . These to your Majesty . This to the Queen . King
.
You shall soon hear more . I lov'd your father , and we love ourself , And that , I
hope , will teach you to imagine How now ? what news ? Enter a Mellenger . Mej
. Letters , my Lord , from Hamlet . These to your Majesty . This to the Queen . King
.
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