The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
From inside the book
Results 6-10 of 64
Page 58
... thine own eafe ; This Tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On Things would hurt me more- but I'll go in ; In , boy , go firff . You houseless poverty Nay , get thee in ; I'll pray , and then I'll fleep Poor naked wretches , wherefoe ...
... thine own eafe ; This Tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On Things would hurt me more- but I'll go in ; In , boy , go firff . You houseless poverty Nay , get thee in ; I'll pray , and then I'll fleep Poor naked wretches , wherefoe ...
Page 66
... thine , and all that offer to defend him , Stand in affured lofs . Take up , take up , And follow me , that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct . Kent . Oppreft Nature fleeps : ( 17 ) This Reft might yet have balm'd thy ...
... thine , and all that offer to defend him , Stand in affured lofs . Take up , take up , And follow me , that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct . Kent . Oppreft Nature fleeps : ( 17 ) This Reft might yet have balm'd thy ...
Page 69
... thine I'll fet my foot . [ Glo'fter is held down , while Cornwall treads out one of his eyes . Glo . He , that will think to live ' till he be old , Give me fome help . O cruel ! O you gods ! ( 18 ) And quench'd the fteeled fires ...
... thine I'll fet my foot . [ Glo'fter is held down , while Cornwall treads out one of his eyes . Glo . He , that will think to live ' till he be old , Give me fome help . O cruel ! O you gods ! ( 18 ) And quench'd the fteeled fires ...
Page 76
... Thine honour , from thy fuffering : that not know'ft , Fools do these villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy Drum ? France fpreads his Banners in our noifelefs land , With plumed helm thy flayer ...
... Thine honour , from thy fuffering : that not know'ft , Fools do these villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy Drum ? France fpreads his Banners in our noifelefs land , With plumed helm thy flayer ...
Page 77
... thine eyes . Come hither , friend , Tell me , what more thou know'st . [ Exeunt . SCENE , DOVE R. Kent . T Enter Kent , and a Gentleman . Know you the reafon ? HE King of France fo fuddenly gone back ! Gent . Something he left imperfect ...
... thine eyes . Come hither , friend , Tell me , what more thou know'st . [ Exeunt . SCENE , DOVE R. Kent . T Enter Kent , and a Gentleman . Know you the reafon ? HE King of France fo fuddenly gone back ! Gent . Something he left imperfect ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Apem Apemantus Aufidius Banquo beſt blood Cominius Coriolanus doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fear feem felves ferve fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter flain fleep fome Fool forrow fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glo'fter Gods Goths hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour i'th Kent King Lady Lart Lartius Lavinia Lear lefs lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcius moft moſt muft muſt noble o'th Paffage pleaſe Poet pray prefent purpoſe reaſon Roffe Rome ſay SCENE changes ſelf Senfe ſhall ſpeak ſtand Tamora tell Thane thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand thy felf Timon Titus Titus Andronicus Tribunes uſe Volfcians whofe Witch
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.