The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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Strana 8
... hands . Mr. Dryden thinks this one of the first of our author's plays : but , on the contrary , it may be judged from the fore - mentioned preface that it was one of his laft ; and the great number of obfervations , both moral and ...
... hands . Mr. Dryden thinks this one of the first of our author's plays : but , on the contrary , it may be judged from the fore - mentioned preface that it was one of his laft ; and the great number of obfervations , both moral and ...
Strana 9
... voice Handleft in thy difcourfe : -O that her hand ! In whofe comparison all whites are ink Writing their own reproach ; to whofe foft feizure The The cignet's down is harfh , 4 and spirit of TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 9.
... voice Handleft in thy difcourfe : -O that her hand ! In whofe comparison all whites are ink Writing their own reproach ; to whofe foft feizure The The cignet's down is harfh , 4 and spirit of TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 9.
Strana 10
... hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my travel ; ill thought on of her ... hand , fince the fenfe of touching , as Scaliger fays in his Exercitations , refides chiefly in the fingers , is ...
... hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my travel ; ill thought on of her ... hand , fince the fenfe of touching , as Scaliger fays in his Exercitations , refides chiefly in the fingers , is ...
Strana 14
... hands and no ufe ; or pur- blind Argus , all eyes and no fight . Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and ...
... hands and no ufe ; or pur- blind Argus , all eyes and no fight . Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and ...
Strana 17
... hand to his cloven chin . Cre . Juno , have mercy ! How came it cloven ? Pan . Why , you know , ' tis dimpled . I think his fmiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia . Cre . Oh , he fmiles valiantly . Pan . Does he not ...
... hand to his cloven chin . Cre . Juno , have mercy ! How came it cloven ? Pan . Why , you know , ' tis dimpled . I think his fmiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia . Cre . Oh , he fmiles valiantly . Pan . Does he not ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Strana 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Strana 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strana 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Strana 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Strana 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Strana 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Strana 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Strana 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Strana 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Strana 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...