The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Том 8 |
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... most admir'd ; The contrary doth doth make thee wonder'd at . " Tis government that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof makes thee abominable . Thou art as oppofite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as the fouth to ...
... most admir'd ; The contrary doth doth make thee wonder'd at . " Tis government that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof makes thee abominable . Thou art as oppofite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as the fouth to ...
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... most unloving father . Unreasonable creatures feed their young ; And tho ' man's face be fearful to their eyes , Yet , in protection of their tender ones , Who hath not seen them ( even with thofe wings , Which fometimes they have us'd ...
... most unloving father . Unreasonable creatures feed their young ; And tho ' man's face be fearful to their eyes , Yet , in protection of their tender ones , Who hath not seen them ( even with thofe wings , Which fometimes they have us'd ...
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... most himself , if he could fee his shame . Did I forget , that by the houfe of York , My father came untimely to his death ? Did I let pafs th ' abuse done to my niece ? Did I impale him with the regal crown ? Did I put Henry from his ...
... most himself , if he could fee his shame . Did I forget , that by the houfe of York , My father came untimely to his death ? Did I let pafs th ' abuse done to my niece ? Did I impale him with the regal crown ? Did I put Henry from his ...
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... most unnatural . O God ! which this blood mad'ft , revenge his death , O earth ! which this blood drink'st , revenge his death , Or heav'n with lightning strike the murth'rer dead , Or earth gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou ...
... most unnatural . O God ! which this blood mad'ft , revenge his death , O earth ! which this blood drink'st , revenge his death , Or heav'n with lightning strike the murth'rer dead , Or earth gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou ...
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... most accurft effect . GLO . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , that did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your fweet bofom . ANNE . If I thought that , I ...
... most accurft effect . GLO . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , that did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your fweet bofom . ANNE . If I thought that , I ...
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Страница 422 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Страница 353 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Страница 537 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Страница 354 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Страница 448 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Страница 416 - I have no brother, I am like no brother, And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Страница 422 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...