The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 16
... crown . The sense therefore is , Fortune smiling on bis execrable cause , & c . Johnson . The word quarrel occurs in Holinshed's relation of this very fact , and may be regarded as a sufficient proof of its having been the term here ...
... crown . The sense therefore is , Fortune smiling on bis execrable cause , & c . Johnson . The word quarrel occurs in Holinshed's relation of this very fact , and may be regarded as a sufficient proof of its having been the term here ...
Pàgina 18
... crown of the head in that direction called the sutura sagittalis ; and which , consequently , must be opened by such a stroke . It is remarkable , that Milton , who in his youth read and imitated our poet much , particularly in his ...
... crown of the head in that direction called the sutura sagittalis ; and which , consequently , must be opened by such a stroke . It is remarkable , that Milton , who in his youth read and imitated our poet much , particularly in his ...
Pàgina 39
... sorrows " You have paid home . " It may be observed , that " thrusted home " is an expression used at this day ; but " trusted home , " I believe , was never used Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Besides the MACBETH . 39 39.
... sorrows " You have paid home . " It may be observed , that " thrusted home " is an expression used at this day ; but " trusted home , " I believe , was never used Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Besides the MACBETH . 39 39.
Pàgina 40
... crown , Besides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles , to betray us In deepest consequence.— Cousins , a word , I pray ...
... crown , Besides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles , to betray us In deepest consequence.— Cousins , a word , I pray ...
Pàgina 43
... crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.1 -function Is ...
... crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.1 -function Is ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient Arthur Banquo Bast Bastard believe Ben Jonson blood breath called castle Cawdor Const Coriolanus crown Cymbeline death deed doth Duncan edit emendation England Enter Exeunt expression eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio France give hand hast hath heart heaven Hecate Henry VI Holinshed honour Hubert Iliad Johnson Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John King Richard Kyng Lady Macbeth lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm Malone Mason means murder nature night noble o'er observed old copy old play old reading peace perhaps poet Pope present prince Queen Rape of Lucrece Rosse sayd says scene Scotland seems sense Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies sleep speak speech spirit Steevens suppose Tale thane thee Theobald thine things Thou art thought tragedy unto Warburton weird sisters Winter's Tale Witch word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 373 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 378 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent : Another lean, unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
Pàgina 98 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Pàgina 76 - tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Pàgina 69 - 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. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire?
Pàgina 133 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further ! Lady M.
Pàgina 169 - Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...
Pàgina 94 - 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.
Pàgina 38 - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Pàgina 207 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.