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 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... fent for , yet was his mother fair , there was good sport at his making , and the whoreson must be acknowledged . Do you know this Nobleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my Lord . Glo . My Lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honourable ...
... fent for , yet was his mother fair , there was good sport at his making , and the whoreson must be acknowledged . Do you know this Nobleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my Lord . Glo . My Lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honourable ...
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... fent ardentiùs , ac cumulatim af- fatimque generosa semina contu- liffent , è quibus ego formæ blan- ditiam et elegantiam , robustas cor- poris vires , mentemque innubilam confequutus fuissim . At quia con- jugatorum sum soboles , his ...
... fent ardentiùs , ac cumulatim af- fatimque generosa semina contu- liffent , è quibus ego formæ blan- ditiam et elegantiam , robustas cor- poris vires , mentemque innubilam confequutus fuissim . At quia con- jugatorum sum soboles , his ...
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... fent it , but thus : With checks as flatteries when they are seen abus'd . I am in doubt whether there is any errour of tranfcription . The sense seems to be this : Old men must be treated with checks , when as they are seen to be ...
... fent it , but thus : With checks as flatteries when they are seen abus'd . I am in doubt whether there is any errour of tranfcription . The sense seems to be this : Old men must be treated with checks , when as they are seen to be ...
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... fent a letter to Glofter , but no hint is given of its contents . He feems to have gone to vifit Glo'fter while Corn- wall and Regan might prepare to entertain him . Fool . ! Fool . Ha , ha , he wears cruel KING LEAR . 61.
... fent a letter to Glofter , but no hint is given of its contents . He feems to have gone to vifit Glo'fter while Corn- wall and Regan might prepare to entertain him . Fool . ! Fool . Ha , ha , he wears cruel KING LEAR . 61.
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... fent , he knows not why , he knows not whither . I suppose Shakejprare thought his plot opened rather too early , and made the alteration to veil the event from the audience ; but trusting too much to himself , and full of a single ...
... fent , he knows not why , he knows not whither . I suppose Shakejprare thought his plot opened rather too early , and made the alteration to veil the event from the audience ; but trusting too much to himself , and full of a single ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Apem Apemantus Aufidius Banquo becauſe beſt blood buſineſs cauſe Cominius Coriolanus doſt doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falſe father fatire fear feem fignifies firſt fome Fool forrow friends fuch give Glo'ſter Gods Goths hath hear heart heav'n honour houſe i'th itſelf Kent King Lady laſt Lavinia Lear leſs Lord Lucius Macbeth Macd Mach Marcius maſter means moſt muſt nature noble o'th obſerve paſſage pleaſe Poet pray preſent purpoſe quarto reaſon Roffe Rome ſay SCENE ſeems ſenſe ſervice Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſuppoſe ſweet ſword Tamora tell thee Theobald There's theſe thine thing thoſe thou art Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe WARB WARBURTON whoſe Witch word
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Página 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.
Página 427 - 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.
Página 421 - 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!
Página 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...
Página 403 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Página 459 - 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 390 - 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.
Página 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.