The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumen6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... Lucius , out of his free love , hath prefented to you four milk- white horses trapt in filver . Tim . I fhall accept them fairly . Let the Presents Be worthily entertain'd . eyes behind ; ] To fee the miseries that are following her ...
... Lucius , out of his free love , hath prefented to you four milk- white horses trapt in filver . Tim . I fhall accept them fairly . Let the Presents Be worthily entertain'd . eyes behind ; ] To fee the miseries that are following her ...
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... Lucius - to Lord Lucullus , you - I hunt- 7 And try the arguments- ] Arguments , for natures . WARB . How arguments should stand for watures I do not fee . But the licentioufnefs of our authour forces us often upon far - fetched ...
... Lucius - to Lord Lucullus , you - I hunt- 7 And try the arguments- ] Arguments , for natures . WARB . How arguments should stand for watures I do not fee . But the licentioufnefs of our authour forces us often upon far - fetched ...
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... Lucius and Lucullus ? hum- Tim . Go , you , Sir , to the Senators ; [ To Flavius . Of whom , even to the State's best health , I have Deferv'd this hearing ; bid ' em fend o'th ' inftant A thousand talents to me . Flav . I've been bold ...
... Lucius and Lucullus ? hum- Tim . Go , you , Sir , to the Senators ; [ To Flavius . Of whom , even to the State's best health , I have Deferv'd this hearing ; bid ' em fend o'th ' inftant A thousand talents to me . Flav . I've been bold ...
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... Lucius , with three ftrangers . [ Exits HO , the Lord Timon ? He is my very W good friend , and an honourable gentleman . 1 Stran . We know him for no lefs , tho ' we are but ftrangers to him . But I can tell you one thing , my Lord ...
... Lucius , with three ftrangers . [ Exits HO , the Lord Timon ? He is my very W good friend , and an honourable gentleman . 1 Stran . We know him for no lefs , tho ' we are but ftrangers to him . But I can tell you one thing , my Lord ...
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... Lucius . ' Luc . Servilius ? you are kindly met , Sir . Fare thee well . Commend me to thy honourable virtuous Lord , my very exquifite friend . Ser . May it pleafe your Honour , my Lord hath fent- Luc . Ha ! What hath he fent ? I am fo ...
... Lucius . ' Luc . Servilius ? you are kindly met , Sir . Fare thee well . Commend me to thy honourable virtuous Lord , my very exquifite friend . Ser . May it pleafe your Honour , my Lord hath fent- Luc . Ha ! What hath he fent ? I am fo ...
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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.