The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Side 11
... thofe perfons whofe names are here writ ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ . I must to the learned . - In good time , Enter Enter Benvolio and Romeo . Ben . Tut , man Sc . 3 . 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... thofe perfons whofe names are here writ ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ . I must to the learned . - In good time , Enter Enter Benvolio and Romeo . Ben . Tut , man Sc . 3 . 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
Side 13
... never die , Tranfparent heretics , be burnt for lyars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - feeing fun Ne'er faw her match fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none elfe being by ; Herfelf pois'd with ...
... never die , Tranfparent heretics , be burnt for lyars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - feeing fun Ne'er faw her match fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none elfe being by ; Herfelf pois'd with ...
Side 14
... never fhall forget it , of all the days in the year , upon that day ; for I had then laid worm- wood to my dug , fitting in the fun under the dove- houfe wall , my Lord and you were then at Mantua- nay , I do bear a brain . But , as I ...
... never fhall forget it , of all the days in the year , upon that day ; for I had then laid worm- wood to my dug , fitting in the fun under the dove- houfe wall , my Lord and you were then at Mantua- nay , I do bear a brain . But , as I ...
Side 20
... never faw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antic face , To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity ? Now , by the stock ...
... never faw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antic face , To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity ? Now , by the stock ...
Side 24
... never felt a wound . But , foft ! what light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the fun ! [ Juliet appears ahove , at a window . Arife , fair fun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
... never felt a wound . But , foft ! what light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the fun ! [ Juliet appears ahove , at a window . Arife , fair fun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
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againſt art thou Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet Clown Cyprus dead death defcribed Defdemona doft doth Duke elfe Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame Farewel father fear feem feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fleep foliloquy fome forrow Fortinbras foul fpeak fpeech fpirit Friar Friar Lawrence ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword Gentlemen give Hamlet hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honeft Horatio huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King Lady Laer Laertes lago Lord Madam marry Mercutio moft moſt muft murther muſt myſelf night Nurfe nurſe Ophelia Othello perfon Polonius pray prifoner Prince Queen Richard III Rodorigo Romeo SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thou art to-night Tybalt uſed viii villain whofe wife word yourſelf
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Side 147 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Side 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Side 27 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Side 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Side 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Side 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Side 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Side 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Side 177 - 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.
Side 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...