The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes
A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771
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Ĉmil Ĉmilia art thou Benvolio blood Brabantio Caffio Capulet Clown Cyprus daughter dead dear death described Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame Farewel father fear fense fool Fortinbras foul French Friar Friar Lawrence Gentlemen give grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heav'n Henry hither honest honour Horatio husband Iago is't Juliet kill King knave Lady Laer Laertes lago look Lord Macbeth Madam Mantua marry Mercutio Montague Moor mother murther night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Osrick Othello poison Polonius pray Prince Queen Rodorigo Romeo SCENE shew soliloquy speak speech sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing Thirl thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice Verona viii villain wife wilt word young
Page 132 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 130 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 271 - I'll smell it on the tree. — • [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Page 182 - Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness ; if 't be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Page 175 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 55 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 21 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims
Page 129 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?