The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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... expreffion in our language was preceded by one as uncouth though of a fimilar kind . " Well fhot in years he feem'd & c . ] Spenfer's F. Queen , B. V. c , vi : The meaning of neither is very obvious ; but as Mr. Warton has obferved in ...
... expreffion in our language was preceded by one as uncouth though of a fimilar kind . " Well fhot in years he feem'd & c . ] Spenfer's F. Queen , B. V. c , vi : The meaning of neither is very obvious ; but as Mr. Warton has obferved in ...
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... expreffion would have been , were it to call king Edward's wife , fifter . I will folicit for you , though it fhould be at the expence of fo much degradation and conftraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a fifter ...
... expreffion would have been , were it to call king Edward's wife , fifter . I will folicit for you , though it fhould be at the expence of fo much degradation and conftraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a fifter ...
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... expreffion for what doit thou in my fight . So , in Othello : 7 " Ancient , what makes he here ? ” Margaret in her anfwer takes the word in its ordinary accepta tion . MALONE . Dorf . Dorf . No man but prophefy'd revenge for it . 30 ...
... expreffion for what doit thou in my fight . So , in Othello : 7 " Ancient , what makes he here ? ” Margaret in her anfwer takes the word in its ordinary accepta tion . MALONE . Dorf . Dorf . No man but prophefy'd revenge for it . 30 ...
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... expreffion is fine , alluding ( in memory of her young fon ) to the ravage which hogs make , with the finest flowers , in gardens ; and intimating that Elizabeth was to expect no other treatment for her fons . WARBURTON . She calls him ...
... expreffion is fine , alluding ( in memory of her young fon ) to the ravage which hogs make , with the finest flowers , in gardens ; and intimating that Elizabeth was to expect no other treatment for her fons . WARBURTON . She calls him ...
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... expreffion is ftrong and no- ble , and alludes to the ancient custom of masters branding their profligate flaves : by which it is infinuated that his mishapen per- fon was the mark that nature had fet upon him to ftigmatize his ill ...
... expreffion is ftrong and no- ble , and alludes to the ancient custom of masters branding their profligate flaves : by which it is infinuated that his mishapen per- fon was the mark that nature had fet upon him to ftigmatize his ill ...
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Страница 238 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Страница 42 - 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.
Страница 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Страница 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Страница 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Страница 21 - 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...
Страница 280 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Страница 284 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Страница 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Страница 280 - 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.