The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] and Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, and a critique on his genius & writings by N. Rowe |
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... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , be- cause thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , Sir , rub ...
... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , be- cause thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , Sir , rub ...
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... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles ... art a merry fellow , and Clo . Not so , Sir , I do care for something : but in my conscience , Sir , I do not care for you ...
... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles ... art a merry fellow , and Clo . Not so , Sir , I do care for something : but in my conscience , Sir , I do not care for you ...
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... thou hast , betake thee to't : of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him , I know not ; but thy intercepter ... art , thou art but a scurvy fellow . Fab . Good , and valiant . Sir To . Wonder not , nor admire not in thy mind , why ...
... thou hast , betake thee to't : of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him , I know not ; but thy intercepter ... art , thou art but a scurvy fellow . Fab . Good , and valiant . Sir To . Wonder not , nor admire not in thy mind , why ...
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... thou art a foolish fellow ; Let me be clear of thee . Clo . Well held out , i'faith ! No , I do not know you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady , to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not master Cesario ; nor this is not ...
... thou art a foolish fellow ; Let me be clear of thee . Clo . Well held out , i'faith ! No , I do not know you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady , to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not master Cesario ; nor this is not ...
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... thou wilt deserve well at my hand , help me to a candle , and pen ; ink ... art more puzzled , than the Egyptians in their fog . Mal . I say , this ... thou of his opinion ? Mal . I think nobly of the soul , and no way approve his opinion ...
... thou wilt deserve well at my hand , help me to a candle , and pen ; ink ... art more puzzled , than the Egyptians in their fog . Mal . I say , this ... thou of his opinion ? Mal . I think nobly of the soul , and no way approve his opinion ...
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Page 193 - Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 328 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 396 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 327 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties...
Page 172 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.