The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Tom 13F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... POST . I will from hence to - day . QUEEN . Please your highness , You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . IMO ...
... POST . I will from hence to - day . QUEEN . Please your highness , You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . IMO ...
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... POST . [ Aside . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! IMO . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty ...
... POST . [ Aside . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! IMO . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty ...
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... POST . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! CYM . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . POST ...
... POST . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! CYM . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . POST ...
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... POST . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still 9 . FRENCH . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ' ; it See note on Antony ...
... POST . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still 9 . FRENCH . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ' ; it See note on Antony ...
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... POST . By your pardon , sir , I was then a young traveller : rather shunned to go even with what I heard , than in my every action to be guided by others ' experiences 3 : but , upon my mended judg- ment , ( if I offend not to say it is ...
... POST . By your pardon , sir , I was then a young traveller : rather shunned to go even with what I heard , than in my every action to be guided by others ' experiences 3 : but , upon my mended judg- ment , ( if I offend not to say it is ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades Antony and Cleopatra APEM Apemantus Athens Belarius believe BOSWELL Britain Cæsar called Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline death dost doth edition editors emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fear FLAV fool fortune gentleman give gods gold GUIDERIUS Hamlet hast hath heart heaven honest honour IACH Iachimo Imogen jewel JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Lear lady Leonatus look lord Lucius Lucullus Macbeth MALONE MASON master means metre mistress nature noble old copy old reading passage Perhaps Pisanio play poet POST Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Rape of Lucrece RITSON Roman says SCENE second folio sense SERV servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas Hanmer speak speech stand STEEVENS suppose thee Theobald thief thine thing thou art thought Timon Timon of Athens Troilus and Cressida true TYRWHITT villain WARBURTON word
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Strona 163 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strona 109 - What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Strona 165 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Strona 401 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Strona 89 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Strona 326 - 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.
Strona 368 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Strona 363 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Strona 424 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.