The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volumul 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pagina 20
... stand . Have done , for more I hardly can endure . Boling . Defcend to darkness , and the burning lake : Falfe fiend , avoid ! [ Thunder and lightning . Spirit defcends . Enter the Duke of York , and the Duke of Buckingham , with their ...
... stand . Have done , for more I hardly can endure . Boling . Defcend to darkness , and the burning lake : Falfe fiend , avoid ! [ Thunder and lightning . Spirit defcends . Enter the Duke of York , and the Duke of Buckingham , with their ...
Pagina 24
... Stand by my mafters , bring him near the King , His Highness ' pleafure is to talk with him . K. Henry . Good fellow , tell us here the circumstance , That we for thee may glorify the Lord . : . What , haft thou been long blind , and ...
... Stand by my mafters , bring him near the King , His Highness ' pleafure is to talk with him . K. Henry . Good fellow , tell us here the circumstance , That we for thee may glorify the Lord . : . What , haft thou been long blind , and ...
Pagina 26
... stand alone ; you go about to torture me in vain . Enter a Beadle with whips . 1 Gh . Well , Sir , we must have find you your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on ...
... stand alone ; you go about to torture me in vain . Enter a Beadle with whips . 1 Gh . Well , Sir , we must have find you your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on ...
Pagina 30
... Stand forth , Dame Eleanor Cobham , Glo'fter's wife . In fight of God and us your guilt is great ; Receive the fentence of the law for fins , Such as by God's book are adjudge'd to death . T You four from hence to prison , back again ...
... Stand forth , Dame Eleanor Cobham , Glo'fter's wife . In fight of God and us your guilt is great ; Receive the fentence of the law for fins , Such as by God's book are adjudge'd to death . T You four from hence to prison , back again ...
Pagina 31
... stand , Where beft it fits to be , in Henry's hand . Suf . Thus droops this lofty pine , and hangs his sprays ; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days . York . Lords , let him go . Please it your Majefty , This is the day ...
... stand , Where beft it fits to be , in Henry's hand . Suf . Thus droops this lofty pine , and hangs his sprays ; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her younger days . York . Lords , let him go . Please it your Majefty , This is the day ...
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Pagina 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 328 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 119 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pagina 193 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.