The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... thee , -When my heart , As wedged with a figh , would rive in twain ; Left Hector or my father fhould perceive me ... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , There my hopes lie drown'd , 1 blench ] -fhrink . Reply Reply not in how many ...
... thee , -When my heart , As wedged with a figh , would rive in twain ; Left Hector or my father fhould perceive me ... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , There my hopes lie drown'd , 1 blench ] -fhrink . Reply Reply not in how many ...
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... thee , thou mungrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinied'st leaven , speak : I will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horfe will fooner con an ...
... thee , thou mungrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinied'st leaven , speak : I will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horfe will fooner con an ...
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... thee into fhivers with his fift , as a failor breaks a bifket . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating him . 0 Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou fodden - witted lord ! thou haft no more brain than ...
... thee into fhivers with his fift , as a failor breaks a bifket . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating him . 0 Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou fodden - witted lord ! thou haft no more brain than ...
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... thee from a tutor , and difcipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but ...
... thee from a tutor , and difcipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but ...
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... thee " in so strain'd a purity , That the bleft gods - as angry with my fancy , More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities - take thee from me , Cre . Have the gods envy ? Pan . Ay , ay , ay , ay ; ' tis ...
... thee " in so strain'd a purity , That the bleft gods - as angry with my fancy , More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities - take thee from me , Cre . Have the gods envy ? Pan . Ay , ay , ay , ay ; ' tis ...
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Página 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Página 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.