The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... honour her ! If fhe muft teem , Create her child of Spleen , that it may live , And be a thwart difnatur'd torment to her ; Let it ftamp wrinkles in her brow of youth , With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks : 3 from her derogate ...
... honour her ! If fhe muft teem , Create her child of Spleen , that it may live , And be a thwart difnatur'd torment to her ; Let it ftamp wrinkles in her brow of youth , With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks : 3 from her derogate ...
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... honour , there fhall he fit till noon . Reg . ' Till noon ! ' till night , my Lord , and alk night too . Kent . Why , Madam , if I were your father's dog , You could not use me fo . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks ...
... honour , there fhall he fit till noon . Reg . ' Till noon ! ' till night , my Lord , and alk night too . Kent . Why , Madam , if I were your father's dog , You could not use me fo . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks ...
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... prevailing against thee fhall , in confequence of just proof of thy integrity , revoke its erro- neous fentence , and recall thee to honour and reconciliation . twixt twixt us . Farewell , dear fifter . Farewel , 100 KING LEAR .
... prevailing against thee fhall , in confequence of just proof of thy integrity , revoke its erro- neous fentence , and recall thee to honour and reconciliation . twixt twixt us . Farewell , dear fifter . Farewel , 100 KING LEAR .
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... honour from thy fuffering , that not know'ft , Fools do thefe villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy Drum ? France Spreads his Banners in our noiseless land , With plumed helm thy flayer begins ...
... honour from thy fuffering , that not know'ft , Fools do thefe villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy Drum ? France Spreads his Banners in our noiseless land , With plumed helm thy flayer begins ...
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... honour'd love . Reg . I never fhall endure her . Be not familiar with her . Edm . Fear not , Dear my Lord , She and the Duke her husband- Enter Albany , Gonerill , and Soldiers . Gon . I'd rather lofe the battle , than that fifter ...
... honour'd love . Reg . I never fhall endure her . Be not familiar with her . Edm . Fear not , Dear my Lord , She and the Duke her husband- Enter Albany , Gonerill , and Soldiers . Gon . I'd rather lofe the battle , than that fifter ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.