The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Bind 9F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... hast ; whether thou art tainted , or free . make a grace not to be grace , a prayer not to be holy ; as nothing can make a villain not to be a villain . This seems to be the meaning , such as it is . JOHNSON . 9 - - there went but a ...
... hast ; whether thou art tainted , or free . make a grace not to be grace , a prayer not to be holy ; as nothing can make a villain not to be a villain . This seems to be the meaning , such as it is . JOHNSON . 9 - - there went but a ...
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... hast undone our mother . " Aaron . Villain , I've done thy mother . " Titus Andronicus . Again , in Ovid's Elegies , translated by Marlowe , printed at Middlebourg , no date : " The strumpet with the stranger will not do , " Before the ...
... hast undone our mother . " Aaron . Villain , I've done thy mother . " Titus Andronicus . Again , in Ovid's Elegies , translated by Marlowe , printed at Middlebourg , no date : " The strumpet with the stranger will not do , " Before the ...
Side 68
... hast unknowingly thwarted with thy prayer . He uses the same mode of language a few lines lower . Isabella , parting , says : " Save your honour ! " Angelo catches the word - Save it ! From what ? " From thee ! even from thy virtue ...
... hast unknowingly thwarted with thy prayer . He uses the same mode of language a few lines lower . Isabella , parting , says : " Save your honour ! " Angelo catches the word - Save it ! From what ? " From thee ! even from thy virtue ...
Side 97
... hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not cer- tain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects " , After the moon : If thou art rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ...
... hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not cer- tain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects " , After the moon : If thou art rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ...
Side 98
... hast thou none ; For thine own bowels , which do call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy proper loins , Do curse the gout , serpigo , and the rheum , For ending thee no sooner : Thou hast nor youth , nor age ; But , as it were , an ...
... hast thou none ; For thine own bowels , which do call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy proper loins , Do curse the gout , serpigo , and the rheum , For ending thee no sooner : Thou hast nor youth , nor age ; But , as it were , an ...
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Side 486 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires; — Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Side 265 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs...
Side 64 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Side 202 - I'll lend you all my life to do you service. Duke. Against all sense you do importune her: Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, And take her hence in horror.
Side 61 - tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. [To Isabella. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Side 260 - And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Side 378 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 104 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Side 462 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Side 475 - Ay, with Cassio. Nay had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it.