The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Strana 14
... look , from his age , to receive not alone the imperfections of long - engrafted condition , but therewithal the unruly waywardness , that infirm and cholerick years bring with them . Reg . Such unconftant ftarts are we like to have ...
... look , from his age , to receive not alone the imperfections of long - engrafted condition , but therewithal the unruly waywardness , that infirm and cholerick years bring with them . Reg . Such unconftant ftarts are we like to have ...
Strana 22
... look further into't ; but where's my fool ? I have not feen him thefe two days . Knight . Since my young lady's ... looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my lord . Kent . Nór tript neither , you bafe ...
... look further into't ; but where's my fool ? I have not feen him thefe two days . Knight . Since my young lady's ... looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my lord . Kent . Nór tript neither , you bafe ...
Strana 33
... Look , Sir , I bleed . Glo . Where is the villain , Edmund ? Edm . Fled this way , Sir , when by no means he could Sir , in fine , Glo . Purfue him , ho ! go after . By no means , what ? - Edm . Perfuade me to the murther of your ...
... Look , Sir , I bleed . Glo . Where is the villain , Edmund ? Edm . Fled this way , Sir , when by no means he could Sir , in fine , Glo . Purfue him , ho ! go after . By no means , what ? - Edm . Perfuade me to the murther of your ...
Strana 47
... Look'd black upon me , ] This is a Phrase which I do not understand ; neither have I any where else met with it . But to look blank is a known Expreffion , fignifying , either to give dif couraging Looks to another , or to stand difmay ...
... Look'd black upon me , ] This is a Phrase which I do not understand ; neither have I any where else met with it . But to look blank is a known Expreffion , fignifying , either to give dif couraging Looks to another , or to stand difmay ...
Strana 48
... look upon this beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how have I offended ? All's not offence , that indifcretion finds , And dotage terms fo . Lear . O fides , you are too tough ! Will you ...
... look upon this beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how have I offended ? All's not offence , that indifcretion finds , And dotage terms fo . Lear . O fides , you are too tough ! Will you ...
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Strana 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Strana 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Strana 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Strana 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Strana 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Strana 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Strana 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Strana 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.