The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Bind 4 |
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Side 27
... horse , capon , cox- comb , idiot , patch ! 9 Either get thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E ...
... horse , capon , cox- comb , idiot , patch ! 9 Either get thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E ...
Side 34
... horse ; and she would have me as a beast : not that , I being a beast , she would have me ; but that she , being a very beastly creature , lays claim to me . Ant . S. What is she ? Dro . S. A very reverent body ; ay , such a one as a ...
... horse ; and she would have me as a beast : not that , I being a beast , she would have me ; but that she , being a very beastly creature , lays claim to me . Ant . S. What is she ? Dro . S. A very reverent body ; ay , such a one as a ...
Side 73
... καὶ ὁπλίτας δι ἀέρος φερομένες , καὶ πάσην γοητείας δύναμιν καὶ ἰδεαν . Let him then proceed to show him in the opposite armies flying horses by enchantment , armed men transported through the air , and every power and.
... καὶ ὁπλίτας δι ἀέρος φερομένες , καὶ πάσην γοητείας δύναμιν καὶ ἰδεαν . Let him then proceed to show him in the opposite armies flying horses by enchantment , armed men transported through the air , and every power and.
Side 117
... horse ; And let us not be dainty of leave - taking , But shift away : There's warrant in that theft Which steals ... horses , ( a thing most I 3 SCENE III . 117 MACBETH .
... horse ; And let us not be dainty of leave - taking , But shift away : There's warrant in that theft Which steals ... horses , ( a thing most I 3 SCENE III . 117 MACBETH .
Side 118
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and certain , ) Beauteous and swift , the minions of their race , Turn'd wild in nature , broke their stalls ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and certain , ) Beauteous and swift , the minions of their race , Turn'd wild in nature , broke their stalls ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Hecate Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins poison'd pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Side 92 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Side 485 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Side 105 - 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 127 - 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 474 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Side 132 - 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.
Side 93 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Side 331 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Side 474 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Side 424 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself, and thee, during my life - I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.