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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... rendered it into English in 1471 , under the title of his Recuzel , & c . so that
there must have been yet some earlier edition of Guido's performance than I have
hitherto seen or heard of , unless his first translator had recourse to a manuscript .
... rendered it into English in 1471 , under the title of his Recuzel , & c . so that
there must have been yet some earlier edition of Guido's performance than I have
hitherto seen or heard of , unless his first translator had recourse to a manuscript .
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... dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself , As in the prizer : ' tis mad idolatry ,
To make the service greater than the god ; 4 And the will dotes that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects , s Without some image of the affected merit .
... dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself , As in the prizer : ' tis mad idolatry ,
To make the service greater than the god ; 4 And the will dotes that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects , s Without some image of the affected merit .
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Oh heavens , what some men do , While some men leave to do ! 4 How some
men creep in skittish Fortune's hall , While others play the idiots in her eyes ! How
one man eats into another's pride , While pride is 5 feasting in his wantonness !
Oh heavens , what some men do , While some men leave to do ! 4 How some
men creep in skittish Fortune's hall , While others play the idiots in her eyes ! How
one man eats into another's pride , While pride is 5 feasting in his wantonness !
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As many as be here of Pandar's hall , Your eyes , half out , weep out at Pandar's
fall ; Or if you cannot weep , yet give some groans , Though not for me , yet for
your aching bones . Brethren and sisters of the hold - door trade , Some two
months ...
As many as be here of Pandar's hall , Your eyes , half out , weep out at Pandar's
fall ; Or if you cannot weep , yet give some groans , Though not for me , yet for
your aching bones . Brethren and sisters of the hold - door trade , Some two
months ...
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You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's love , To have them fall no more ;
you some permit To second ills with ills , 4 each elder worse ; 5 And make them
dread it , to the doers ' thrift . But copy reads , each elder worse ; ] For this reading
...
You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's love , To have them fall no more ;
you some permit To second ills with ills , 4 each elder worse ; 5 And make them
dread it , to the doers ' thrift . But copy reads , each elder worse ; ] For this reading
...
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Seite 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.
Seite 462 - 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 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...
Seite 451 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...