The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... purpose , nor keep peace between Th ' effect , and it ! Come to my woman's breafts , And take my milk for gall , you ... purposes . Lady . Oh ! never Shall fun that morrow fee . Your face , my Thane , is as a book , where men May read ...
... purpose , nor keep peace between Th ' effect , and it ! Come to my woman's breafts , And take my milk for gall , you ... purposes . Lady . Oh ! never Shall fun that morrow fee . Your face , my Thane , is as a book , where men May read ...
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... purpose To be his purveyor : but he rides well , And his great love , fharp as his fpur , hath holp him To's home before us : fair and noble hoftefs , We are your guest to - night . Lady . Your fervants ever Have theirs , themselves ...
... purpose To be his purveyor : but he rides well , And his great love , fharp as his fpur , hath holp him To's home before us : fair and noble hoftefs , We are your guest to - night . Lady . Your fervants ever Have theirs , themselves ...
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... purpose ! Give me the daggers ; the fleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; ' tis the eye of child - hood , That fears a painted devil . If he bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . Knock ...
... purpose ! Give me the daggers ; the fleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; ' tis the eye of child - hood , That fears a painted devil . If he bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . Knock ...
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... purpose never is o'er - took Unless the deed go with it . From this moment , The very firstlings of my heart fhall be The firftlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be't thought and done : The caftle of ...
... purpose never is o'er - took Unless the deed go with it . From this moment , The very firstlings of my heart fhall be The firftlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be't thought and done : The caftle of ...
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... purpose It hath to climb . The General's difdain'd By him one ftep below ; he by the next ; That next by him beneath : fo every step , Exampled by the first pace that is fick Of his fuperior , grows to an envious feaver Of pale and ...
... purpose It hath to climb . The General's difdain'd By him one ftep below ; he by the next ; That next by him beneath : fo every step , Exampled by the first pace that is fick Of his fuperior , grows to an envious feaver Of pale and ...
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Seite 191 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Seite 206 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Seite 83 - 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 91 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 85 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Seite 111 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
Seite 106 - 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.
Seite 103 - 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!
Seite 127 - 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.
Seite 91 - 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.