The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, Volumen7 |
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Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be
thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have
done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be prosperous In more than this deed does ...
Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be
thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have
done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be prosperous In more than this deed does ...
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I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that ' s not to the point : O , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes
to see ' em , and not to see em : now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast
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I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that ' s not to the point : O , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes
to see ' em , and not to see em : now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast
...
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That very hour , and in the selfsame inn , A poor mean woman was delivered Of
such a burden , male twins , both alike : Those , for their parents were exceeding
poor , I bought , and brought up to attend my sons . My wife , not meanly proud of
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That very hour , and in the selfsame inn , A poor mean woman was delivered Of
such a burden , male twins , both alike : Those , for their parents were exceeding
poor , I bought , and brought up to attend my sons . My wife , not meanly proud of
...
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So Marston in one of his fatires : “ As the greene meads , whose native outward
faire “ Breathes sweet perfumes into the neighbour air . ” FARMER . 9 - too unruly
deer , ] The ambiguity of deer and dear is borrowed , poor as it is , by Waller , in ...
So Marston in one of his fatires : “ As the greene meads , whose native outward
faire “ Breathes sweet perfumes into the neighbour air . ” FARMER . 9 - too unruly
deer , ] The ambiguity of deer and dear is borrowed , poor as it is , by Waller , in ...
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Johnson . So , in Cymbeline : “ his shipping , “ Poor ignorant baubles , ” & c .
Again , in The Tempeft : “ - ignorant fumes that mantle “ Their clearer reason . "
STEEVENS . МАСв . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to 378 M A CB ET H .
Enter ...
Johnson . So , in Cymbeline : “ his shipping , “ Poor ignorant baubles , ” & c .
Again , in The Tempeft : “ - ignorant fumes that mantle “ Their clearer reason . "
STEEVENS . МАСв . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to 378 M A CB ET H .
Enter ...
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Página 454 - 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.
Página 335 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Página 343 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 521 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Página 371 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Página 368 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 338 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death. To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
Página 476 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Página 380 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 387 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.