The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumen 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Página 164
... Duke's ' s ears , and Exit . The Dutchess returns , finds the Duke dead , and makes paffionate action . The poifoner , with fome two or three mutes , comes in again , feeming to lament with her . The dead body is carried away . The ...
... Duke's ' s ears , and Exit . The Dutchess returns , finds the Duke dead , and makes paffionate action . The poifoner , with fome two or three mutes , comes in again , feeming to lament with her . The dead body is carried away . The ...
Página 165
... Duke , and Dutchefs , Players . Duke . Full thirty times hath Phabus ' carr gone round Neptune's falt wafh , and Tellus ' orbed ground ; And thirty dozen moons with borrowed fheen About the world have time twelve thirties been , Since ...
... Duke , and Dutchefs , Players . Duke . Full thirty times hath Phabus ' carr gone round Neptune's falt wafh , and Tellus ' orbed ground ; And thirty dozen moons with borrowed fheen About the world have time twelve thirties been , Since ...
Página 166
... Duke . ' Faith , I muft leave thee , love , and fhortly too : My operant powers their functions leave to do , And thou shalt live in this fair world behind , Honour'd , belov'd ; and , haply , one as kind For husband fhalt thou- Dutch ...
... Duke . ' Faith , I muft leave thee , love , and fhortly too : My operant powers their functions leave to do , And thou shalt live in this fair world behind , Honour'd , belov'd ; and , haply , one as kind For husband fhalt thou- Dutch ...
Página 167
... Duke . ' Tis deeply fworn ; fweet , leave me here a while ; My fpirits grow dull , and fain I would beguile The tedious day with fleep . Dutch . Sleep rock thy brain , [ Sleeps . And never come mifchance between us twain ! [ Exit . Ham ...
... Duke . ' Tis deeply fworn ; fweet , leave me here a while ; My fpirits grow dull , and fain I would beguile The tedious day with fleep . Dutch . Sleep rock thy brain , [ Sleeps . And never come mifchance between us twain ! [ Exit . Ham ...
Página 168
... Duke's name , his wife's Bap- tifta ; you fhall fee anon , ' tis a knavish piece of work but what o ' that ? your Majefty , and we that have free fouls , it touches us not ; let the gall'd jade winch , our withers are unrung . Enter ...
... Duke's name , his wife's Bap- tifta ; you fhall fee anon , ' tis a knavish piece of work but what o ' that ? your Majefty , and we that have free fouls , it touches us not ; let the gall'd jade winch , our withers are unrung . Enter ...
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Página 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Página 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Página 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Página 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Página 160 - 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.
Página 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Página 66 - 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.
Página 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.