The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen11R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Speak , gentle niece , what ftern ungentle hands Have lopped , and hewed , and made thy body bare Of her two branches , thofe fweet ornaments , ( 14 ) ( 14 ) -thofe fweet ornaments , Whofe circling fhadows Kings have fought to fleep in ...
... Speak , gentle niece , what ftern ungentle hands Have lopped , and hewed , and made thy body bare Of her two branches , thofe fweet ornaments , ( 14 ) ( 14 ) -thofe fweet ornaments , Whofe circling fhadows Kings have fought to fleep in ...
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... speak to me ? Alas , a crimson river of warm blood , Like to a bubbling fountain flirred with wind , Doth rife and fall between thy rofy lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But fure fome Tereus hath defloured thee ; .And ...
... speak to me ? Alas , a crimson river of warm blood , Like to a bubbling fountain flirred with wind , Doth rife and fall between thy rofy lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But fure fome Tereus hath defloured thee ; .And ...
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... Speak , my Lavinia , what accurfed hand * Hath made thee handlefs , in thy father's fpight ? ( 16 ) ) What fool hath added water to the fea ? ( 16 ) what accurfid hand Hath made thee handless in thy father's fight ? ] But though Lavinia ...
... Speak , my Lavinia , what accurfed hand * Hath made thee handlefs , in thy father's fpight ? ( 16 ) ) What fool hath added water to the fea ? ( 16 ) what accurfid hand Hath made thee handless in thy father's fight ? ] But though Lavinia ...
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... Speak , gentle fifter , who hath martyred .thee ? Mar. O that delightful engine of her thoughts , That blabbed them with fuch pleafing eloquence , Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage , Where , like a fweet melodious bird , it ...
... Speak , gentle fifter , who hath martyred .thee ? Mar. O that delightful engine of her thoughts , That blabbed them with fuch pleafing eloquence , Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage , Where , like a fweet melodious bird , it ...
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... speak ? what ! deaf ? no , not a word ? A halter , foldiers ; hang him on this tree , And by his fide his fruit of bastardy . Aar . Touch not the boy , he is of royal blood . Luc . Too like the fire for ever being good . First , hang ...
... speak ? what ! deaf ? no , not a word ? A halter , foldiers ; hang him on this tree , And by his fide his fruit of bastardy . Aar . Touch not the boy , he is of royal blood . Luc . Too like the fire for ever being good . First , hang ...
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Página 306 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Página 254 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Página 213 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Página 306 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 254 - And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?