The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volum 8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pàgina 359
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you're pictures out of doors , Bells in your ... Emil . Emil . You fhall not write my praise . Iago THE MOOR OF VENICE . 359.
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you're pictures out of doors , Bells in your ... Emil . Emil . You fhall not write my praise . Iago THE MOOR OF VENICE . 359.
Pàgina 360
... Emil . You fhall not write my praise . Iago . No , let me not . Def . What wouldft thou write of me , if thou fhou'dft praise me ? Iago . Oh gentle lady , do not put me to❜t , For I am nothing , if not critical . Def . Come , one affay ...
... Emil . You fhall not write my praise . Iago . No , let me not . Def . What wouldft thou write of me , if thou fhou'dft praise me ? Iago . Oh gentle lady , do not put me to❜t , For I am nothing , if not critical . Def . Come , one affay ...
Pàgina 386
... Emil . Good - morrow , good lieutenant . I am forry For your displeasure ; but all will , fure , be well . The General and his wife are talking of it : And the fpeaks for you ftoutly . The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
... Emil . Good - morrow , good lieutenant . I am forry For your displeasure ; but all will , fure , be well . The General and his wife are talking of it : And the fpeaks for you ftoutly . The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
Pàgina 387
... Emil . Good Madam , do . I know , it grieves my husband As if the caufe were his . Def . Oh , that's an honeft fellów . Doubt not , Caffio , But I will have my Lord and you again As friendly as you were . Caf . Most bounteous Madam ...
... Emil . Good Madam , do . I know , it grieves my husband As if the caufe were his . Def . Oh , that's an honeft fellów . Doubt not , Caffio , But I will have my Lord and you again As friendly as you were . Caf . Most bounteous Madam ...
Pàgina 388
... Emil . Madam , here comes my Lord . Caf . Madam , I'll take my leave . Def . Why , ftay , and hear me fpeak . Caf . Madam , not now . I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Def . Well , do your discretion . Iago . Hah ! I ...
... Emil . Madam , here comes my Lord . Caf . Madam , I'll take my leave . Def . Why , ftay , and hear me fpeak . Caf . Madam , not now . I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Def . Well , do your discretion . Iago . Hah ! I ...
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Pàgina 169 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Pàgina 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pàgina 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pàgina 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Pàgina 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
Pàgina 213 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Pàgina 39 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.