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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... thing fo monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favour ! fure , her offence Must be of fuch unnatural degree , 8 That monsters it ; or your fore - vouch'd affection 7 Best is added from the first copy . The common books read , or ...
... thing fo monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favour ! fure , her offence Must be of fuch unnatural degree , 8 That monsters it ; or your fore - vouch'd affection 7 Best is added from the first copy . The common books read , or ...
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... thing on the charge , but to the charge . Befides , change anfwer- ing to evafion just above , gives additional ... things , and not in a meer arbitrary invention of the Greeks , as fome of our own country critics , of a low ...
... thing on the charge , but to the charge . Befides , change anfwer- ing to evafion just above , gives additional ... things , and not in a meer arbitrary invention of the Greeks , as fome of our own country critics , of a low ...
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... thing . I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me , thou shalt ferve me ; if I like thee no worfe after dinner , I will not part from thee yet . Dinner , ho , dinner - Where's my knave ? my fool ? Enter Steward . : Go you ...
... thing . I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me , thou shalt ferve me ; if I like thee no worfe after dinner , I will not part from thee yet . Dinner , ho , dinner - Where's my knave ? my fool ? Enter Steward . : Go you ...
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... thing than a fool , and yet I would not be thee , nun- cle ; thou hast pared thy wit o'both fides , and left no- thing i'th ' middle ; here comes one o'th'parings . : : SCENE XIV . To them , Enter Gonerill . Lear . How now , daughter ...
... thing than a fool , and yet I would not be thee , nun- cle ; thou hast pared thy wit o'both fides , and left no- thing i'th ' middle ; here comes one o'th'parings . : : SCENE XIV . To them , Enter Gonerill . Lear . How now , daughter ...
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... thing she begs , * Of fifty to disquantity your train ; And the remainders , that shall still depend , To be fuch men as may befort your age , And know themselves and you . Lear . Darkness and devils ! Saddle my horfes , call my train ...
... thing she begs , * Of fifty to disquantity your train ; And the remainders , that shall still depend , To be fuch men as may befort your age , And know themselves and you . Lear . Darkness and devils ! Saddle my horfes , call my train ...
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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.