The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 5 |
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... fweet Nell , if thou doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts ; And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last Breathing in this mortal world ! .. -My troublous ...
... fweet Nell , if thou doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts ; And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last Breathing in this mortal world ! .. -My troublous ...
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... fweet wine , as appears from a paffage in a pamphlet , intitled , The difcovery of a London Monfter , called the black dog of Newgate , printed 1612. Some drinking the neat wine of Orleance , fome the Gaf- cony , fome the Bourdeaux ...
... fweet wine , as appears from a paffage in a pamphlet , intitled , The difcovery of a London Monfter , called the black dog of Newgate , printed 1612. Some drinking the neat wine of Orleance , fome the Gaf- cony , fome the Bourdeaux ...
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... fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily have prov'd far worse than his . York . What , worfe than nought ? nay , then a fhame take all ! Som . And , in the number , thee that wifheft ...
... fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily have prov'd far worse than his . York . What , worfe than nought ? nay , then a fhame take all ! Som . And , in the number , thee that wifheft ...
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... fweet Suffolk , thou torment'st thyfelf ; And thefe dread curfes , like the fun ' gainst glass , Or like an over - charged gun , recoil And turn the force of them upon thyfelf . * Suf . You bad me ban , and will you bid me leave ? Now ...
... fweet Suffolk , thou torment'st thyfelf ; And thefe dread curfes , like the fun ' gainst glass , Or like an over - charged gun , recoil And turn the force of them upon thyfelf . * Suf . You bad me ban , and will you bid me leave ? Now ...
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... fweet Elyftum . To die by thee were but to die in jeft , From thee to die were torture more than death . -Oh ! let me ftay , befal what may befal . Q. Mar. Away . rofive , Though Parting be a fretful cor- It is applied to a deathful ...
... fweet Elyftum . To die by thee were but to die in jeft , From thee to die were torture more than death . -Oh ! let me ftay , befal what may befal . Q. Mar. Away . rofive , Though Parting be a fretful cor- It is applied to a deathful ...
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Página 241 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 461 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Página 450 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 228 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 351 - It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Página 174 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 156 - To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the...
Página 450 - And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth...
Página 454 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 453 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...