The Works of Shakespeare, Band 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... thee leaft ; Nor are thofe empty - hearted , whose low found Reverbs no hollowness . Lear . Kent , on thy life no more . Kent , My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thy foes ; nor fear to lose A 5 To King LEA R. i ...
... thee leaft ; Nor are thofe empty - hearted , whose low found Reverbs no hollowness . Lear . Kent , on thy life no more . Kent , My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thy foes ; nor fear to lose A 5 To King LEA R. i ...
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... Whose influence , like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phœbus ' front Corn . What mean'ft by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you difcommend fo much : I know , Sir , I am no flatterer ; he , that be- guil'd you in ...
... Whose influence , like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phœbus ' front Corn . What mean'ft by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you difcommend fo much : I know , Sir , I am no flatterer ; he , that be- guil'd you in ...
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... whose contents They fummon'd up their meiny , ftrait took horse ; Commanded me to follow , and attend The leisure of their answer ; gave me cold looks ; And meeting here the other meffenger , Whose welcome , I perceiv'd , had poison'd ...
... whose contents They fummon'd up their meiny , ftrait took horse ; Commanded me to follow , and attend The leisure of their answer ; gave me cold looks ; And meeting here the other meffenger , Whose welcome , I perceiv'd , had poison'd ...
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... Whose present grace to present slaves and fervants Tranflates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to th ' Scope . ( 3 ) This throne , this Fortune , and this Hill , methinks , With one man becken'd from the rest below , Bowing his head ...
... Whose present grace to present slaves and fervants Tranflates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to th ' Scope . ( 3 ) This throne , this Fortune , and this Hill , methinks , With one man becken'd from the rest below , Bowing his head ...
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... whose death he's stepp'd Into a great eftate ; when he was poor , Imprifon'd , and in fcarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents . Greet him from me ; ( 12 ) Cold moving Nods , ] All the Editions exhibit these as two diftinct ...
... whose death he's stepp'd Into a great eftate ; when he was poor , Imprifon'd , and in fcarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents . Greet him from me ; ( 12 ) Cold moving Nods , ] All the Editions exhibit these as two diftinct ...
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Seite 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Seite 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Seite 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Seite 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Seite 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Seite 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Seite 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.