A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely New |
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Side 321
I am myself indifferent honeft ; but yet I could accufe me of fuch things , that it were better , my mother had not borne me : I am very proud , revengeful , ambitious ; with more offences at my beck , than I have thoughts to put them ...
I am myself indifferent honeft ; but yet I could accufe me of fuch things , that it were better , my mother had not borne me : I am very proud , revengeful , ambitious ; with more offences at my beck , than I have thoughts to put them ...
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All's Antony and Cleopatra bear beauty believe better blood Coriolanus death doth earth ends eyes face fair fall father fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fire fleep fome fool fortune foul friends fuch give grace Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry IV Henry V. A. Henry VIII hold honour itſelf JOHNSON Julius Cæfar keep King John Labour Lear live Loft look lord Love's Meafure for Meaſure means Meaſure Merchant of Venice Midfummer Night's Dream mind moſt muſt nature never night noble once Othello paffage peace play poor prince Richard Richard II ſhall ſpeak STEEVENS tears tell thee theſe thing thou thou art thought Timon of Athens tongue true turn uſed virtue WARBURTON whofe wife wind Winter's Tale youth
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Side 343 - 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...
Side 12 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Side 67 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Side 162 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Side 298 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Side 14 - 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.
Side 139 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Side 61 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Side 463 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent ; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
Side 94 - 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.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely New A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely New, Andrew Becket |
| Forfatter | Andrew Becket |
| Udgiver | G.G.J. and J. Robinson, 1787 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 12. sep 2007 |
| Længde | 470 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |