The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... arms her with the boldness of a wife [ Exe . Polix . Her . and Attendants . Manent Leo . Mam . and Cam .. To her ... arm , That little thinks fhe has been fluic'd in's abfence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile ...
... arms her with the boldness of a wife [ Exe . Polix . Her . and Attendants . Manent Leo . Mam . and Cam .. To her ... arm , That little thinks fhe has been fluic'd in's abfence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile ...
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... arm . There's not a grain of it , the face to fweeten Of the whole dungy earth . Leo , What ? lack I credit ? Lord . I had rather you did lack than I , my Lord , Upon this ground ; and more it would content me To have your honour true ...
... arm . There's not a grain of it , the face to fweeten Of the whole dungy earth . Leo , What ? lack I credit ? Lord . I had rather you did lack than I , my Lord , Upon this ground ; and more it would content me To have your honour true ...
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... arm ; out of the blank And level of my brain ; plot - proof ; but the I can hook to me : fay that she were gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my reft Might come to me again . Who's there ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . My Lord . Leo ...
... arm ; out of the blank And level of my brain ; plot - proof ; but the I can hook to me : fay that she were gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my reft Might come to me again . Who's there ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . My Lord . Leo ...
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... arms . Come , take your flowers , Methinks I play as I have feen them do In Whitfund ' paftorals : fure this robe of mine Does change my difpofition . Flo . What you do , Still betters what is done , When you speak , sweet , P I'd have ...
... arms . Come , take your flowers , Methinks I play as I have feen them do In Whitfund ' paftorals : fure this robe of mine Does change my difpofition . Flo . What you do , Still betters what is done , When you speak , sweet , P I'd have ...
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... arms , and weeping His welcomes forth ; afks thee , the fon , forgiveness , As ' twere i'th ' father's perfon ; kiffes the hands Of your fresh Princefs ; o'er and o'er divides him ' Twixt his unkindness , and his kindness : the one He ...
... arms , and weeping His welcomes forth ; afks thee , the fon , forgiveness , As ' twere i'th ' father's perfon ; kiffes the hands Of your fresh Princefs ; o'er and o'er divides him ' Twixt his unkindness , and his kindness : the one He ...
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Seite 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Seite 161 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Seite 270 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Seite 164 - 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.
Seite 103 - ... 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...
Seite 288 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Seite 161 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Seite 266 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Seite 270 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Seite 132 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...