The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Bind 4 |
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Side 29
... cause for me to leave his service , -Look you , sir , -he bid me knock him , and rap him soundly , sir : Well , was it fit for a servant to use his master so ; being , perhaps , ( for aught I see , ) two and thirty , -a pip out ? Whom ...
... cause for me to leave his service , -Look you , sir , -he bid me knock him , and rap him soundly , sir : Well , was it fit for a servant to use his master so ; being , perhaps , ( for aught I see , ) two and thirty , -a pip out ? Whom ...
Side 41
... cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , sir , the boldness is mine own ; That , being a stranger in this city here , Do make myself a suitor to your daughter , 2 Baccare ! ] A proverbial word , meaning stand back , or give place . Unto ...
... cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , sir , the boldness is mine own ; That , being a stranger in this city here , Do make myself a suitor to your daughter , 2 Baccare ! ] A proverbial word , meaning stand back , or give place . Unto ...
Side 44
... causes or regulates the vibration of the string . JOHNSON . And - twangling Jack ; ] To twangle is a provincial expression , and signifies to flourish capriciously on an instrument , as per- formers often do after having tuned it ...
... causes or regulates the vibration of the string . JOHNSON . And - twangling Jack ; ] To twangle is a provincial expression , and signifies to flourish capriciously on an instrument , as per- formers often do after having tuned it ...
Side 54
... cause why musick was ordain'd ! Was it not , to refresh the mind of man , After his studies , or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these ...
... cause why musick was ordain'd ! Was it not , to refresh the mind of man , After his studies , or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these ...
Side 56
... cause to gone . stay . [ Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks , he looks as though he were in love : - Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale , Seize thee ...
... cause to gone . stay . [ Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks , he looks as though he were in love : - Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale , Seize thee ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES COMEDY OF ERRORS daughter death deed Doct doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione hither honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signior sister Siward sleep speak stay STEEVENS sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Side 367 - 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! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Side 373 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : 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: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Side 345 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Side 322 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Side 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Side 374 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 331 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Side 344 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Side 344 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...