The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 7. kötetA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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14. oldal
... himself . Pan . Himfelf ? alas , poor Troilus ! I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . ' Condition , I had gone bare - foot to India . being on the Stage.Wonderful Acuteness ! But , with Submiffion , this Gentleman's Note is much more ...
... himself . Pan . Himfelf ? alas , poor Troilus ! I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . ' Condition , I had gone bare - foot to India . being on the Stage.Wonderful Acuteness ! But , with Submiffion , this Gentleman's Note is much more ...
28. oldal
... himself bring the praise forth : What the repining enemy commends , That breath Fame blows , that praise fole pure transcends . Aga . Sir , you of Troy , call you your self Æneas ? Ene . Ay , Greek , that is my name . Aga . What's your ...
... himself bring the praise forth : What the repining enemy commends , That breath Fame blows , that praise fole pure transcends . Aga . Sir , you of Troy , call you your self Æneas ? Ene . Ay , Greek , that is my name . Aga . What's your ...
33. oldal
... himself . Ajax . Therfites , Ther . And those boiles did run - fay fo- did not the General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's ...
... himself . Ajax . Therfites , Ther . And those boiles did run - fay fo- did not the General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's ...
35. oldal
... himself . Ajax . Therefore I beat thee . Ther . Lo , lo , lo , lo , what modicums of wit he ut- ters ; his evasions have ears thus long . I have bobb'd his brain , more than he has beat my bones : I will buy nine fparrows for a penny ...
... himself . Ajax . Therefore I beat thee . Ther . Lo , lo , lo , lo , what modicums of wit he ut- ters ; his evasions have ears thus long . I have bobb'd his brain , more than he has beat my bones : I will buy nine fparrows for a penny ...
42. oldal
... himself thus : ' Tis abfurd to fay , that People have talk'd well , and yet but fuperficially at the fame Time . I have ventur'd to substitute a Disjunctive inftead of the Copulative , by which we gain this commodious Senfe : " You have ...
... himself thus : ' Tis abfurd to fay , that People have talk'd well , and yet but fuperficially at the fame Time . I have ventur'd to substitute a Disjunctive inftead of the Copulative , by which we gain this commodious Senfe : " You have ...
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70. oldal - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
281. oldal - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
251. oldal - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
292. oldal - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
327. oldal - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
170. oldal - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
443. oldal - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
247. oldal - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
154. oldal - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
274. oldal - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.