The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6. kötetH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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376. oldal
... work thy bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his editions of our poet , has erroneously printed ail too in this paffage ; but in the old quarte which I have of Locrine printed Enter Caius Marcius . Hail , noble Marcius ! [ 376 CORIOLAN ́U S.
... work thy bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his editions of our poet , has erroneously printed ail too in this paffage ; but in the old quarte which I have of Locrine printed Enter Caius Marcius . Hail , noble Marcius ! [ 376 CORIOLAN ́U S.
377. oldal
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Enter Caius Marcius . Hail , noble Marcius ! [ rogues , Mar. Thanks . What's the matter , you diffentions That , rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourfelves fcabs ? 2 Cit . We have ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Enter Caius Marcius . Hail , noble Marcius ! [ rogues , Mar. Thanks . What's the matter , you diffentions That , rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourfelves fcabs ? 2 Cit . We have ...
379. oldal
... Marcius ? Mar. Here - what's the matter ? Mef . The news is , Sir , the Volfcians are in arms . Mar. I'm glad ' on't , then we fhall have means to vent Our mufty fuperfluity . See , our beft elders ! - Enter Sicinius Velutus , Junius ...
... Marcius ? Mar. Here - what's the matter ? Mef . The news is , Sir , the Volfcians are in arms . Mar. I'm glad ' on't , then we fhall have means to vent Our mufty fuperfluity . See , our beft elders ! - Enter Sicinius Velutus , Junius ...
380. oldal
... Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chofen tribunes for the people Bru . Mark'd you his lip and eyes ? Sic Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird the gods Sic . Be - mock the modest moon ...
... Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chofen tribunes for the people Bru . Mark'd you his lip and eyes ? Sic Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird the gods Sic . Be - mock the modest moon ...
381. oldal
... Marcius , fhall Of his demerits rob Cominius . Bru . Come , Half all Cominius ? honours are to Marcius , Though Marcius earn'd them not ; and all his faults To Marcius fhall be honours , though , indeed , In ought he merit not . Sic ...
... Marcius , fhall Of his demerits rob Cominius . Bru . Come , Half all Cominius ? honours are to Marcius , Though Marcius earn'd them not ; and all his faults To Marcius fhall be honours , though , indeed , In ought he merit not . Sic ...
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336. oldal - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
101. oldal - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
311. oldal - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
307. oldal - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
116. oldal - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
8. oldal - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
313. oldal - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time ; for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
106. oldal - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
304. oldal - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, 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.
304. oldal - If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the stickingplace, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...