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 10
... himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ...
... himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ...
Pagina 11
... himself , I will not fay , how true , But to himself fo fecret and fo close , So far from founding and difcovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his fweet leaves to the Air , " Or dedicate his beauty to the ...
... himself , I will not fay , how true , But to himself fo fecret and fo close , So far from founding and difcovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his fweet leaves to the Air , " Or dedicate his beauty to the ...
Pagina 37
... himself among these trees , To be conforted with the hum'rous night . Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar - tree , And wifh his mistress were ...
... himself among these trees , To be conforted with the hum'rous night . Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar - tree , And wifh his mistress were ...
Pagina 52
... himself to mar . Nurfe . By my troth , it is well faid . For himself to mar , quotha ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo . Rom . I can tell you . But young Romeo will be older when you have found him ...
... himself to mar . Nurfe . By my troth , it is well faid . For himself to mar , quotha ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo . Rom . I can tell you . But young Romeo will be older when you have found him ...
Pagina 70
... himself ? fay thou but , I ; And that bare vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . And that bare vowel , ay , fhall poifon more Than the death darting eye of cockatrice . ] I queflion much whether the ...
... himself ? fay thou but , I ; And that bare vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . And that bare vowel , ay , fhall poifon more Than the death darting eye of cockatrice . ] I queflion much whether the ...
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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.