The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 6C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 69
... Fight ; in the Scuffle Cornwal is wounded . Reg . Give me thy fword . A peafant ftand up this ? bin Kills him . * Serv . Oh , I am flain - my Lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him . , Oh- Corn . Left it fee more ...
... Fight ; in the Scuffle Cornwal is wounded . Reg . Give me thy fword . A peafant ftand up this ? bin Kills him . * Serv . Oh , I am flain - my Lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him . , Oh- Corn . Left it fee more ...
Pàgina 81
... than his head . The fisher - men , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice , and yond tall anchoring bark , Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy D 5 Almoft Almoft too small for fight . The murmuring furge , King LEAR . 812.
... than his head . The fisher - men , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice , and yond tall anchoring bark , Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy D 5 Almoft Almoft too small for fight . The murmuring furge , King LEAR . 812.
Pàgina 82
... fight , ... Topple down headlong . Gl . Set me , where you stand . Edg . Give me your hand : you're now within a ... fights Shake patiently my great affliction off : If I could bear it longer , and not fall To quarrel with your great ...
... fight , ... Topple down headlong . Gl . Set me , where you stand . Edg . Give me your hand : you're now within a ... fights Shake patiently my great affliction off : If I could bear it longer , and not fall To quarrel with your great ...
Pàgina 83
... fafer fenfe will ne'er accommodate His mafter thus . Lear . No , they cannot touch me for coining : I am the King himself . Edg . O thou fide - piercing fight ! Lear . Lear . Nature's above art in that refpect . There's King LEAR 83 .
... fafer fenfe will ne'er accommodate His mafter thus . Lear . No , they cannot touch me for coining : I am the King himself . Edg . O thou fide - piercing fight ! Lear . Lear . Nature's above art in that refpect . There's King LEAR 83 .
Pàgina 84
... hence the Phrafe , to bit the White . So that we must certainly read , O well flown , Barb ! i . e . the barbed , or bearded Arrow . Mr. Warburton . my my fight . Let copulation thrive : for Glo'fter's baftard- 84 King LEAR .
... hence the Phrafe , to bit the White . So that we must certainly read , O well flown , Barb ! i . e . the barbed , or bearded Arrow . Mr. Warburton . my my fight . Let copulation thrive : for Glo'fter's baftard- 84 King LEAR .
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., Volum 6 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1752 |
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Pàgina 275 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Pàgina 89 - 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.
Pàgina 299 - 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! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Pàgina 279 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Pàgina 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pàgina 276 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Pàgina 102 - 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.
Pàgina 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pàgina 6 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Pàgina 52 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.