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Page 169
With greater elegance therefore he is made to call it coward conscience, which
dares not encounter him while he is himself awake, and his faculties entire; but
takes advantage of reason being off its guard, and the powers of the soul
dissolved ...
With greater elegance therefore he is made to call it coward conscience, which
dares not encounter him while he is himself awake, and his faculties entire; but
takes advantage of reason being off its guard, and the powers of the soul
dissolved ...
Page 216
It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.
Suf. No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady. Nor. "Tig so; This is the
cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
...
It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.
Suf. No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady. Nor. "Tig so; This is the
cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
...
Page 222
But, conscience, conscience, — O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [
Exeunt. SCENE III. An Antechamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE
BULLEN, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither ; — Here's the pang that
pinches ...
But, conscience, conscience, — O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [
Exeunt. SCENE III. An Antechamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE
BULLEN, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither ; — Here's the pang that
pinches ...
Page 234
Thus it came;— give heed to't: — My conscience first receiv'd a tenderness,
Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd By the bishop of Bayonne, then
French ambassador; Who had been hither sent on the debating A marriage, 'twixt
the ...
Thus it came;— give heed to't: — My conscience first receiv'd a tenderness,
Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd By the bishop of Bayonne, then
French ambassador; Who had been hither sent on the debating A marriage, 'twixt
the ...
Page 312
JOHNSON. 18 . - uur best having.] That is, our best possession. 18 your soft
cheveril conscience — ] A cheveril conscience, is a conscience that will yield or
stretch ; a conscience made of kid-skin. French, cheoreau, a kid. 80
ANNOTATIONS.
JOHNSON. 18 . - uur best having.] That is, our best possession. 18 your soft
cheveril conscience — ] A cheveril conscience, is a conscience that will yield or
stretch ; a conscience made of kid-skin. French, cheoreau, a kid. 80
ANNOTATIONS.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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