The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... England , fet ' em down , go about it . Let there be gall enough in thy ink ; though thou write with a goofe - pen , no matter : about it .. Sir And . Where fhall I find you ? Sir To . We'll call thee at the Cubiculo : go . [ Exit Sir ...
... England , fet ' em down , go about it . Let there be gall enough in thy ink ; though thou write with a goofe - pen , no matter : about it .. Sir And . Where fhall I find you ? Sir To . We'll call thee at the Cubiculo : go . [ Exit Sir ...
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... England . And I ought to take notice , that I had the concurrence of the ingenious Dr Thirlby , who hinted to me this very emendation , be- fore he knew I made it . ( 6 ) Who in the lufty fealth of Nature , Thefe fine lines are a very ...
... England . And I ought to take notice , that I had the concurrence of the ingenious Dr Thirlby , who hinted to me this very emendation , be- fore he knew I made it . ( 6 ) Who in the lufty fealth of Nature , Thefe fine lines are a very ...
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... England , the Jefuits were here bufily at work to promote the fuccefs by making converts . One method they used to do this , was to difpoffefs pretended demoniacs of their own church , by which artifee they made feveral hundred converts ...
... England , the Jefuits were here bufily at work to promote the fuccefs by making converts . One method they used to do this , was to difpoffefs pretended demoniacs of their own church , by which artifee they made feveral hundred converts ...
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... England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge , Mother to the Baftard , and Robert Faulconbridge . Citizens of Angiers , Heralds , Executioners ...
... England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge , Mother to the Baftard , and Robert Faulconbridge . Citizens of Angiers , Heralds , Executioners ...
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... England . Enter King JOHN , Queen ELINOR , PEMBROKE ESSEX , and SALISBURY , with CHATILION . King JOHN . OW fay , Chatilion , what would France with us ? Now Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of In my behaviour to the ...
... England . Enter King JOHN , Queen ELINOR , PEMBROKE ESSEX , and SALISBURY , with CHATILION . King JOHN . OW fay , Chatilion , what would France with us ? Now Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of In my behaviour to the ...
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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7. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
26. oldal - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
287. oldal - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
143. oldal - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
328. oldal - 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.
115. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
161. oldal - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.