The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumul 8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pagina 28
... King willingly granted , it being the firft SUIT he had in his life . Indeed our Poet has very rarely turned his fatire again lawyers and law proceed- ings ; the common topic of later writers . For , to obferve it to the honour of the ...
... King willingly granted , it being the firft SUIT he had in his life . Indeed our Poet has very rarely turned his fatire again lawyers and law proceed- ings ; the common topic of later writers . For , to obferve it to the honour of the ...
Pagina 37
... King Cophetua lov'd the beggar - maid- He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not , The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rofaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine ...
... King Cophetua lov'd the beggar - maid- He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not , The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rofaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine ...
Pagina 128
... King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the pre- Jent King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain . Horatio , Friend to Hamlet . Laertes , Son to Polonius . Voltimand , Cornelius , Rofencrantz ...
... King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the pre- Jent King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain . Horatio , Friend to Hamlet . Laertes , Son to Polonius . Voltimand , Cornelius , Rofencrantz ...
Pagina 129
... King ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . ' Tis now ftruck twelve . Get thee to bed , Francifco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks . ' Tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . This ...
... King ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . ' Tis now ftruck twelve . Get thee to bed , Francifco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks . ' Tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . This ...
Pagina 131
... King that's dead . Mar. Thou art a fcholar ; fpeak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? Mark it , Horatio . Hor . Moft like . It harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio ...
... King that's dead . Mar. Thou art a fcholar ; fpeak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? Mark it , Horatio . Hor . Moft like . It harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Vizualizare completă - 1765 |
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Pagina 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.