The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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242. oldal
... Pifanio . Queen . Fie , you must give way : [ Exit . Here is your fervant . How now , Sir ? what news ? Pif . My Lord your fon drew on my mafter . Queen . Hah ! No harm , I truft , is done . Pif . There might have been , But that my ...
... Pifanio . Queen . Fie , you must give way : [ Exit . Here is your fervant . How now , Sir ? what news ? Pif . My Lord your fon drew on my mafter . Queen . Hah ! No harm , I truft , is done . Pif . There might have been , But that my ...
243. oldal
... SCENE V. Imogen's Apartment . Enter Imogen , and Pifanio . Imo . I would thou grew'ft unto the fhores o'th ' haven , And queftioned'ft every fail : if he should write , And And I not have it , ' twere as a CYMBELINE . 243.
... SCENE V. Imogen's Apartment . Enter Imogen , and Pifanio . Imo . I would thou grew'ft unto the fhores o'th ' haven , And queftioned'ft every fail : if he should write , And And I not have it , ' twere as a CYMBELINE . 243.
244. oldal
... Pifanio , When shall we hear from him ? Pif . Be affur'd , Madam , With his next vantage . Immo . I did not take my leave of him , but had Moft pretty things to fay : ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours , Such ...
... Pifanio , When shall we hear from him ? Pif . Be affur'd , Madam , With his next vantage . Immo . I did not take my leave of him , but had Moft pretty things to fay : ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours , Such ...
250. oldal
... Pifanio . Here comes a flatt'ring rafcal , upon him Will I first work ; he's for his master's fake An enemy to my fon . How now , Pifanio ? Doctor , your service for this time is ended , Take your own way Cor . I do fufpect you , Madam ...
... Pifanio . Here comes a flatt'ring rafcal , upon him Will I first work ; he's for his master's fake An enemy to my fon . How now , Pifanio ? Doctor , your service for this time is ended , Take your own way Cor . I do fufpect you , Madam ...
251. oldal
... Pifanio looking on the vial . Thou know'ft not what ; but take it for thy labour ; It is a thing I make , which hath the King Five times redeem'd from death ; I do not know What is more cordial . Nay , I pr'y thee take it , It is an ...
... Pifanio looking on the vial . Thou know'ft not what ; but take it for thy labour ; It is a thing I make , which hath the King Five times redeem'd from death ; I do not know What is more cordial . Nay , I pr'y thee take it , It is an ...
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106. oldal - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
88. oldal - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
93. oldal - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
189. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
87. oldal - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
83. oldal - 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.
93. oldal - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
103. oldal - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
125. oldal - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
85. oldal - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.