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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... as more appofite to the prefent occafion , and that he changed it afterwards to re- ferve thy fate , which conduces more to the progress of the ac- tion . To To wage against thine enemies , nor fear to lofe 10 KING LEAR .
... as more appofite to the prefent occafion , and that he changed it afterwards to re- ferve thy fate , which conduces more to the progress of the ac- tion . To To wage against thine enemies , nor fear to lofe 10 KING LEAR .
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... prefent dower with her , Or cease your queft of love ? Bur . Most royal majesty , I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd , Nor will you tender less . Lear . Right noble Burgundy , When she was dear to us , we held her fo ; But ...
... prefent dower with her , Or cease your queft of love ? Bur . Most royal majesty , I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd , Nor will you tender less . Lear . Right noble Burgundy , When she was dear to us , we held her fo ; But ...
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... prefent la revolution des Cieulx , la conftellation des Af tres , afpe des Planetes , que 7 quiconque Coignée perdra , foub- aoin deviendra ainfi riche ? - Nou . Prol . du IV . Livre . But to return to Shakespear . So blafphemous a ...
... prefent la revolution des Cieulx , la conftellation des Af tres , afpe des Planetes , que 7 quiconque Coignée perdra , foub- aoin deviendra ainfi riche ? - Nou . Prol . du IV . Livre . But to return to Shakespear . So blafphemous a ...
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... prefent- these hot tears that break from me perforce , and again , -my own tears Do fcald like molten lead . WARBURTON . This emendation , if candent be a word any where to be found , is elegant , but not neceffary . Turn Turn all her ...
... prefent- these hot tears that break from me perforce , and again , -my own tears Do fcald like molten lead . WARBURTON . This emendation , if candent be a word any where to be found , is elegant , but not neceffary . Turn Turn all her ...
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... prefent evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them ; and with fuch cautions , That if they come to fojourn at my houfe , I'll not be there . Corn . Nor I , I affure thee , Regan . Edmund , I hear , that you have fhewn your father ...
... prefent evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them ; and with fuch cautions , That if they come to fojourn at my houfe , I'll not be there . Corn . Nor I , I affure thee , Regan . Edmund , I hear , that you have fhewn your father ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anfwer Apem Apemantus Aufidius Banquo becauſe caufe Cominius Cordelia Coriolanus doft Emprefs Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fame fatire fear feem fenfe fent fervant fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fince firft flain flave fleep fome Fool forrow fpeak fpeech friends ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fword give Glo'fter Gods Goths hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe i'th Kent King Lady Lavinia Lear lefs Lord Lucius Macbeth Macd Mach mafter Marcius Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th paffage perfon pleaſe Poet pray prefent purpoſe quarto reafon Roffe Rome SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſpeak thee thefe Theobald there's theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe Volfcians WARB WARBURTON whofe Witch word worfe
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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 429 - 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 423 - 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 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Página 461 - 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 392 - 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.