The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... See better , Lear , and let me ftill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo . Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy Gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his hand on his fword . Alb . Corn ...
... See better , Lear , and let me ftill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo . Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy Gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his hand on his fword . Alb . Corn ...
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... , Sov'reignty of reafo And it is remarkable that the E ditors had depraved it there too . See Note , Act 1. Scene 7. of that play . WARBURTON . D 4 Lear , Lear . Your name , fair gentlewoman Gon . This KING LEAR . 39.
... , Sov'reignty of reafo And it is remarkable that the E ditors had depraved it there too . See Note , Act 1. Scene 7. of that play . WARBURTON . D 4 Lear , Lear . Your name , fair gentlewoman Gon . This KING LEAR . 39.
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... may easily be explained to look clowdy or gloomy . See Milton : So frown'd the mighty com- batants , that hell Grew darker at their frown . Lean .. Lear . You nimble lightnings , dart your blinding flames 68 KING LEAR .
... may easily be explained to look clowdy or gloomy . See Milton : So frown'd the mighty com- batants , that hell Grew darker at their frown . Lean .. Lear . You nimble lightnings , dart your blinding flames 68 KING LEAR .
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... see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them . Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poifons if it bite ; Maftiff , greyhound , mungril grim , Hound or spaniel , brache , or hym ; Or bobtail ...
... see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them . Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poifons if it bite ; Maftiff , greyhound , mungril grim , Hound or spaniel , brache , or hym ; Or bobtail ...
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... see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes ; nor thy fierce fifter In his anointed flesh stick boarish phangs . The fea , with fuch a ftorm as his bare head In hell black night indur'd , would have buoy'd up , And quench'd the ...
... see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes ; nor thy fierce fifter In his anointed flesh stick boarish phangs . The fea , with fuch a ftorm as his bare head In hell black night indur'd , would have buoy'd up , And quench'd the ...
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againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anfwer Apem Apemantus Aufidius Banquo becauſe caufe Cominius Cordelia Coriolanus doft Emprefs Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fame fatire fear feem fenfe fent fervant fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fince firft flain flave fleep fome Fool forrow fpeak fpeech friends ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fword give Glo'fter Gods Goths hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe i'th Kent King Lady Lavinia Lear lefs Lord Lucius Macbeth Macd Mach mafter Marcius Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th paffage perfon pleaſe Poet pray prefent purpoſe quarto reafon Roffe Rome SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſpeak thee thefe Theobald there's theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe Volfcians WARB WARBURTON whofe Witch word worfe
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Seite 461 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.