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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... leave her ? Bur . Pardon , royal Sir ; Election makes not up on fuch conditions . Lear . Then leave her , Sir ; for by the pow'r that made me , 6 Seeming is beautiful . • Election makes not up on fuch conditions . ] To make up fig ...
... leave her ? Bur . Pardon , royal Sir ; Election makes not up on fuch conditions . Lear . Then leave her , Sir ; for by the pow'r that made me , 6 Seeming is beautiful . • Election makes not up on fuch conditions . ] To make up fig ...
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... leaves the hiftory unspoke , That it intends to do ? My Lord of Burgundy , What say you to the lady ? Love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have her ? She is herself ...
... leaves the hiftory unspoke , That it intends to do ? My Lord of Burgundy , What say you to the lady ? Love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have her ? She is herself ...
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... leaves you ; I know what you are , And , like a fifter , am moft loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Love well our father ; Το your profeffing bofoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I within his grace , I would prefer ...
... leaves you ; I know what you are , And , like a fifter , am moft loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Love well our father ; Το your profeffing bofoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I within his grace , I would prefer ...
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... leave - taking between France and him . Pray you , let us hit toge- sher . If our father carry authority with fuch difpofi- tion as he bears , this last surrender of his will but of- fend us . Reg . We fhall further think of it . Gon ...
... leave - taking between France and him . Pray you , let us hit toge- sher . If our father carry authority with fuch difpofi- tion as he bears , this last surrender of his will but of- fend us . Reg . We fhall further think of it . Gon ...
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... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep within door , And thou fhalt have more Than two tens to a score . Kent . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then it is like the breath of an unfee'd law- yer , you gave me nothing for't . Can you ...
... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep within door , And thou fhalt have more Than two tens to a score . Kent . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then it is like the breath of an unfee'd law- yer , you gave me nothing for't . Can you ...
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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.