The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... comes again ! Enter Ghoft . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a fcholar , fpeak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Moft like : -it harrows me3 with fear ...
... comes again ! Enter Ghoft . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a fcholar , fpeak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Moft like : -it harrows me3 with fear ...
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... Comes he this day foam in the very time of this marriage ? " STEEVENS . In what particular terught to work , ] i . e . What particular train of thinking to follow . STEEVENS , 9grefs and cope- ] General thoughts , and tendency at large ...
... Comes he this day foam in the very time of this marriage ? " STEEVENS . In what particular terught to work , ] i . e . What particular train of thinking to follow . STEEVENS , 9grefs and cope- ] General thoughts , and tendency at large ...
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... Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was , and is , the question of these wars . 2 — romage ] Tumultuous hurry . JOHNSON . Commonly written - rummage . STEEVENS . 3 [ I think , & c . ] Thefe , and all other lines ...
... Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was , and is , the question of these wars . 2 — romage ] Tumultuous hurry . JOHNSON . Commonly written - rummage . STEEVENS . 3 [ I think , & c . ] Thefe , and all other lines ...
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... comes again ! I'll cross it , though it blast me . - Stay , illufion ! If thou haft any found , " or ufe of voice , 4 And prologue to the omen coming on , ] But prologue and omen are merely fynonymous here . The poet means , that these ...
... comes again ! I'll cross it , though it blast me . - Stay , illufion ! If thou haft any found , " or ufe of voice , 4 And prologue to the omen coming on , ] But prologue and omen are merely fynonymous here . The poet means , that these ...
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... comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning fingeth all night long : And then , they fay , no fpirit dares ftir abroad ; " The nights are wholefome ; then no planets ftrike , No fairy takes , nor witch hath ...
... comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning fingeth all night long : And then , they fay , no fpirit dares ftir abroad ; " The nights are wholefome ; then no planets ftrike , No fairy takes , nor witch hath ...
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Página 189 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Página 32 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Página 45 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Página 74 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 44 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Página 29 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Página 191 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 153 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 511 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 197 - I'll look up;] My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?