The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Volumen6 |
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... death unfam'd , Where Helen is the subject : then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . Hect . Paris , and Troilus , you have both said well ; And on the cause and ...
... death unfam'd , Where Helen is the subject : then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . Hect . Paris , and Troilus , you have both said well ; And on the cause and ...
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... death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't , she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ...
... death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't , she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ...
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... death upon . Now , the dry serpigo on the subject , and war and lechery confound all2 ! Agam . Where is Achilles ? [ Exit . Patr . Within his tent ; but ill - dispos'd , my lord . Agam . Let it be known to him that we are here . Patr ...
... death upon . Now , the dry serpigo on the subject , and war and lechery confound all2 ! Agam . Where is Achilles ? [ Exit . Patr . Within his tent ; but ill - dispos'd , my lord . Agam . Let it be known to him that we are here . Patr ...
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... death tokens of it Cry- " No recovery . " Agam . Let Ajax go to him.— Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent : " Tis said , he holds you well ; and will be led , At your request , a little from himself . Ulyss . O Agamemnon ! let ...
... death tokens of it Cry- " No recovery . " Agam . Let Ajax go to him.— Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent : " Tis said , he holds you well ; and will be led , At your request , a little from himself . Ulyss . O Agamemnon ! let ...
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... death , I fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd too sharp in sweetness3 , 2 Love's thrice - REPURED nectar ? ] So one of the quartos of 1609 ( that be- longing to the Duke of Devonshire ) ...
... death , I fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd too sharp in sweetness3 , 2 Love's thrice - REPURED nectar ? ] So one of the quartos of 1609 ( that be- longing to the Duke of Devonshire ) ...
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Página 439 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 411 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 31 - What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Página 395 - On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; •Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a...
Página 407 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 30 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
Página 560 - Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench; this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.
Página 80 - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object...
Página 406 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 81 - Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...