The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Zväzok 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... give the true Reading . We are to remember , there was near old Troy a Plain call'd Thymbra ; a River , that run thro ' it , call'd Thymbrius ; and a Temple to Apollo Thymbræus . The Gate , that we are speaking of , was probably defcrib ...
... give the true Reading . We are to remember , there was near old Troy a Plain call'd Thymbra ; a River , that run thro ' it , call'd Thymbrius ; and a Temple to Apollo Thymbræus . The Gate , that we are speaking of , was probably defcrib ...
Strana 17
... give it him : but there was such laughing , and Helen fo blufh'd , and Paris fo chaft , and all the rest fo laught , that it past . Cre . So let it now , for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , coufin , I told you a thing ...
... give it him : but there was such laughing , and Helen fo blufh'd , and Paris fo chaft , and all the rest fo laught , that it past . Cre . So let it now , for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , coufin , I told you a thing ...
Strana 31
... give a fcantling Of good or bad unto the general : And in fuch indexes , although fmall pricks To their fubfequent volumes , there is feen The baby figure of the giant - mafs Of things to come , at large . It is fuppos'd , He , that ...
... give a fcantling Of good or bad unto the general : And in fuch indexes , although fmall pricks To their fubfequent volumes , there is feen The baby figure of the giant - mafs Of things to come , at large . It is fuppos'd , He , that ...
Strana 32
... Give pardon to my Speech ; Therefore ' tis meet , Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , fhew our fouleft wares , And think , perchance , they'll fell ; if not , The luftre of the better , yet to fhew , Shall fhew the ...
... Give pardon to my Speech ; Therefore ' tis meet , Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , fhew our fouleft wares , And think , perchance , they'll fell ; if not , The luftre of the better , yet to fhew , Shall fhew the ...
Strana 48
... How in my Words foever he be fhent , To give them Seals never my Soul confent . Twelfth - night . Hamlet . 1 Ulyf . No , you fee , he is 2 Ulyf 48 TROILUS and CRESSIDA . Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch jugling, ...
... How in my Words foever he be fhent , To give them Seals never my Soul confent . Twelfth - night . Hamlet . 1 Ulyf . No , you fee , he is 2 Ulyf 48 TROILUS and CRESSIDA . Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch jugling, ...
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Strana 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Strana 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Strana 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Strana 327 - 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.
Strana 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Strana 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Strana 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Strana 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Strana 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.