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 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pagina 166
... Senators , Poet , Painter , Jeweller , and Mer- chant ; with Servants and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the Woods not far from it . From Lucian's Dialogues . Of this Play there is no Edition known but that of the Players . ACT I ...
... Senators , Poet , Painter , Jeweller , and Mer- chant ; with Servants and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the Woods not far from it . From Lucian's Dialogues . Of this Play there is no Edition known but that of the Players . ACT I ...
Pagina 170
... Senators . Pain . How this Lord is followed ! Poet . The Senators of Athens ! happy men ! Pain . Look , more ! Poet . You fee this confluence , this great vifiters . flood of I have , in this rough Work , fhap'd out a Man , Whom this ...
... Senators . Pain . How this Lord is followed ! Poet . The Senators of Athens ! happy men ! Pain . Look , more ! Poet . You fee this confluence , this great vifiters . flood of I have , in this rough Work , fhap'd out a Man , Whom this ...
Pagina 181
... Senators , with Ventidius . Then comes dropping , after all , Apemantus difcontentedly . Ven . ST honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the Gods MOST To remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left ...
... Senators , with Ventidius . Then comes dropping , after all , Apemantus difcontentedly . Ven . ST honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the Gods MOST To remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left ...
Pagina 194
... Senator . SENATOR . ND late , five thousand . To Varro and to Ifidore He owes nine thousand , befides my former Sum ; Which makes it five and twenty . - Still in motion Of raging wafte ? It cannot hold , it will not . If I want gold ...
... Senator . SENATOR . ND late , five thousand . To Varro and to Ifidore He owes nine thousand , befides my former Sum ; Which makes it five and twenty . - Still in motion Of raging wafte ? It cannot hold , it will not . If I want gold ...
Pagina 205
... Senators ; [ To Flavius . Of whom , even to the State's best health , I have Deferv'd this hearing ; bid ' em fend o'th ' inftant A thousand talents to me . Flav . I've been bold , For that I knew it the most gen'ral way , To them to ...
... Senators ; [ To Flavius . Of whom , even to the State's best health , I have Deferv'd this hearing ; bid ' em fend o'th ' inftant A thousand talents to me . Flav . I've been bold , For that I knew it the most gen'ral way , To them to ...
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PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Isaac 1742-1807 Reed,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
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Pagina 132 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pagina 429 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 423 - 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!
Pagina 26 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Pagina 405 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Pagina 461 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Pagina 117 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Pagina 149 - 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.
Pagina 392 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Pagina 131 - 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.