The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Bind 4J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Side 119
... breath'd ? and that those veins Did verily bear blood ? Pol . The very Masterly done : life seems warm upon her lip . Leon . The fixure of her eye has motion in't3 As4 we are mock'd with art . Paul . I'll draw the curtain ; My lord's ...
... breath'd ? and that those veins Did verily bear blood ? Pol . The very Masterly done : life seems warm upon her lip . Leon . The fixure of her eye has motion in't3 As4 we are mock'd with art . Paul . I'll draw the curtain ; My lord's ...
Side 147
... breath , or pinch us black and blue . Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! 3 Unfertile . Dro . S. I am transformed , master , am L 2 Scene II . 147 COMEDY OF ...
... breath , or pinch us black and blue . Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! 3 Unfertile . Dro . S. I am transformed , master , am L 2 Scene II . 147 COMEDY OF ...
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... breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ; more ...
... breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ; more ...
Side 160
... breath . Ant . S. Where America , the Indies ? Dro . S. O , sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellish'd with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires , declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas of carracks3 ...
... breath . Ant . S. Where America , the Indies ? Dro . S. O , sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellish'd with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires , declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas of carracks3 ...
Side 164
... or send me by some token . Ant . E. Fye ! now you run this humour out of breath : Come , where's the chain ? I pray you let me see it . 8 I shall . Mer . My business cannot brook this dalliance ; Good 164 Act IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... or send me by some token . Ant . E. Fye ! now you run this humour out of breath : Come , where's the chain ? I pray you let me see it . 8 I shall . Mer . My business cannot brook this dalliance ; Good 164 Act IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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Side 223 - 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?
Side 214 - Yet do I fear thy nature : 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 393 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Side 219 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe.
Side 215 - 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 213 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Side 71 - 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 227 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
Side 210 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Side 219 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.