“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 7G. Fleischer the younger, 1806 |
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... never - as he purposes . Shall sun that morrow sce ! - 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 cye , Your hand , your tongue : look like ...
... never - as he purposes . Shall sun that morrow sce ! - 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 cye , Your hand , your tongue : look like ...
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... Never at quiet ! What are you ? But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no further I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the ever- lasting bonfire . [ Knncking . ] Anon ...
... Never at quiet ! What are you ? But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no further I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the ever- lasting bonfire . [ Knncking . ] Anon ...
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... never Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . shake Gentlemen , risc ; his Highness is not well , Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : - often thus , my lord is And hath been from his youth : ' pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a ...
... never Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . shake Gentlemen , risc ; his Highness is not well , Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : - often thus , my lord is And hath been from his youth : ' pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a ...
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... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit thee , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghost disappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! Why , so ; - being ...
... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit thee , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghost disappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! Why , so ; - being ...
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... never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
... never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
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Page 80 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fallen 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 ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 20 - ... 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; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 20 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? from this time Such I account thy love.
Page 27 - 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.
Page 27 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Page 12 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 210 - Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page 272 - It has been already mentioned, in the law against witches, that they are supposed to take up dead bodies to use in enchantments, which was confessed by the woman whom king James examined ; and who had of a dead body, that was divided in one of their assemblies, two fingers for her share. It is...
Page 44 - 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 27 - 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.