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, Том 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy ...
... Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy ...
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... thou been long blind , and now restor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he ... art thou lame ? Simp . Ay , God Almighty help me ? Suf . How cam'ft thou fo ? Simp , A fall off a tree . Wife . A plum ...
... thou been long blind , and now restor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he ... art thou lame ? Simp . Ay , God Almighty help me ? Suf . How cam'ft thou fo ? Simp , A fall off a tree . Wife . A plum ...
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... thou , how thou canft , they'll tangle thee : But fear not thou until thy foot be fnar'd , No Ah , Nell , forbear ... Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft ...
... thou , how thou canft , they'll tangle thee : But fear not thou until thy foot be fnar'd , No Ah , Nell , forbear ... Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft ...
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... thou art come too Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art . I do arreft thee of high treafon here . [ foon , Glo . Well , Suffolk , yet thou shalt not fee me blush , Nor change my countenance for this arrest . A heart unfpotted is not ...
... thou art come too Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art . I do arreft thee of high treafon here . [ foon , Glo . Well , Suffolk , yet thou shalt not fee me blush , Nor change my countenance for this arrest . A heart unfpotted is not ...
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... thy fearful thoughts , And change mifdoubt to refolution : Be that thou hop'it to be , or what thou art Refign to death , it is not worth th ' enjoying : Let pale - face'd Fear keep with the mean - born man , And find no harbour in a ...
... thy fearful thoughts , And change mifdoubt to refolution : Be that thou hop'it to be , or what thou art Refign to death , it is not worth th ' enjoying : Let pale - face'd Fear keep with the mean - born man , And find no harbour in a ...
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Стр. 182 - 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...
Стр. 328 - 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.
Стр. 119 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Стр. 193 - 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.
Стр. 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Стр. 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.