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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... Macb . The Thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you drefs me in his borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the Thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deferves to lofe . 4 - As thick as bail . ] This is Mr. Pope's ...
... Macb . The Thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you drefs me in his borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the Thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deferves to lofe . 4 - As thick as bail . ] This is Mr. Pope's ...
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... Macb . ' Till then , enough . Come , friends . 3 Time and the hour runs thro ' the rougheft day . I fuppofe every reader is difgufted at the tautology in this paffage , Time and the bour , and will therefore willingly believe that ...
... Macb . ' Till then , enough . Come , friends . 3 Time and the hour runs thro ' the rougheft day . I fuppofe every reader is difgufted at the tautology in this paffage , Time and the bour , and will therefore willingly believe that ...
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... Macb . Deareft love , Duncan comes here to night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Mach . To morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never Shall Sun that , morrow fee ! —— Your face , my Thane , is as a book , where men May read strange ...
... Macb . Deareft love , Duncan comes here to night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Mach . To morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never Shall Sun that , morrow fee ! —— Your face , my Thane , is as a book , where men May read strange ...
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... Macb . * I ' F it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well It were done quickly ; If th ' affaffination Could trammel up the confequence , and catch + With its furceafe , fuccefs ; that but this blow Might be the Be - all and the ...
... Macb . * I ' F it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well It were done quickly ; If th ' affaffination Could trammel up the confequence , and catch + With its furceafe , fuccefs ; that but this blow Might be the Be - all and the ...
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... Macb . If we fhould fail , Lady . We fail ! But fcrew your courage to the fticking place , And we'll not fail . When Duncan is asleep , Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him , his two chamberlains s Will I ...
... Macb . If we fhould fail , Lady . We fail ! But fcrew your courage to the fticking place , And we'll not fail . When Duncan is asleep , Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him , his two chamberlains s Will I ...
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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.