The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 4. köideJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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... death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace , indeed.- Why , lo you now , I have spoke to the purpose : twice : The one for ever earn'd a ...
... death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace , indeed.- Why , lo you now , I have spoke to the purpose : twice : The one for ever earn'd a ...
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... death of the deer . 3 Hearty fellow . i . e . Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet . 5 Thou wanteft a rough head , and the budding horns that I have . No bourn twixt his and mine ; yet were it 10 Act I , WINTER'S TALE .
... death of the deer . 3 Hearty fellow . i . e . Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet . 5 Thou wanteft a rough head , and the budding horns that I have . No bourn twixt his and mine ; yet were it 10 Act I , WINTER'S TALE .
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... Death to thyself , but to thy lewd - tongu'd wife ; Whom , for this time , we pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art liegeman to us , that thou carry This female bastard hence ; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place ...
... Death to thyself , but to thy lewd - tongu'd wife ; Whom , for this time , we pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art liegeman to us , that thou carry This female bastard hence ; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place ...
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... death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be ...
... death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be ...
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... death . Her . Sir , spare your threats ; The bug , which you would fright me with , I seek . To me can life be no commodity : The crown and comfort of my life , your favour , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how it ...
... death . Her . Sir , spare your threats ; The bug , which you would fright me with , I seek . To me can life be no commodity : The crown and comfort of my life , your favour , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how it ...
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.