The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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... whose loudness filled the air " with terror , and whose breaths dimned the fun with smoak , " converted to delicate tunes and amorous glances ? & c . " EDITOR . 5 - barbed steeds , ] I. Haywarde , in his Life and Raigne of Henry IV ...
... whose loudness filled the air " with terror , and whose breaths dimned the fun with smoak , " converted to delicate tunes and amorous glances ? & c . " EDITOR . 5 - barbed steeds , ] I. Haywarde , in his Life and Raigne of Henry IV ...
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... Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miferable by the death of him , Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ...
... Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miferable by the death of him , Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ...
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... whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am mishapen thus ? Fram'd in the prodigality of nature , ] i . e , when nature was in a prodigal or lavish mood . WARBURTON . * and , no doubt , right royal , - ] Of the ...
... whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am mishapen thus ? Fram'd in the prodigality of nature , ] i . e , when nature was in a prodigal or lavish mood . WARBURTON . * and , no doubt , right royal , - ] Of the ...
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... Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy ...
... Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy ...
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... Whose bright out - shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest ' : - O God , that fee'st it , do not fuffer it , As it was won with blood , loft be it fo ! 1 Buck . Peace ...
... Whose bright out - shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest ' : - O God , that fee'st it , do not fuffer it , As it was won with blood , loft be it fo ! 1 Buck . Peace ...
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Page 238 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 42 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 21 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Page 280 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Page 284 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Page 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Page 280 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.