The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Bind 6 |
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Side 15
... thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what with me ? Pan . Because she's kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an ...
... thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what with me ? Pan . Because she's kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an ...
Side 41
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel then . [ Strikes him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee ... art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst ...
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel then . [ Strikes him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee ... art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst ...
Side 42
... Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Trojans ; and ...
... Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Trojans ; and ...
Side 52
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus ! forget that thou art Jove the king of gods ; and , Mer- cury , lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if ye take not that little , little , less - than - little wit from them that they ...
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus ! forget that thou art Jove the king of gods ; and , Mer- cury , lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if ye take not that little , little , less - than - little wit from them that they ...
Side 53
... thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't , she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ?
... thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't , she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ?
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius Benvolio blood Capulet Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav folio reads fool Friar friends give gods Goths hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour Juliet lady Lavinia look lord Lucius Malone Marcius Menenius Mercutio misprint ne'er night noble Nurse old copies PANDARUS Paris Patroclus peace pray prince quarto and folio Roman Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakespeare speak speech stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain wilt word
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Side 439 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Side 411 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Side 31 - What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Side 395 - On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; •Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a...
Side 407 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Side 30 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
Side 560 - Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench; this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.
Side 80 - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object...
Side 406 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Side 81 - Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...