The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, 7 tomas |
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There is tears for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and death for his ambition . Who is here so base , that would be a bondman ? If any , speak ; for him have I offended . Who is here so rude , that would not be ...
There is tears for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and death for his ambition . Who is here so base , that would be a bondman ? If any , speak ; for him have I offended . Who is here so rude , that would not be ...
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He comes upon a wish : Fortune is merry , And in this mood will give us any thing . Serv . I heard him say , Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome . Ant . Belike , they had some notice ...
He comes upon a wish : Fortune is merry , And in this mood will give us any thing . Serv . I heard him say , Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome . Ant . Belike , they had some notice ...
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There is a tide in the affairs of men , Which , taken at the flood , leads on to fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows , and in miseries . On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the ...
There is a tide in the affairs of men , Which , taken at the flood , leads on to fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows , and in miseries . On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the ...
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Labeo , and Flavius , set our battles on :' Tis three o'clock ; and , Romans , yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight . [ Exeunt . ? Look , WHE'R- ] Printed where in the old copies , as on p . 9 of this Vol . See note 4.
Labeo , and Flavius , set our battles on :' Tis three o'clock ; and , Romans , yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight . [ Exeunt . ? Look , WHE'R- ] Printed where in the old copies , as on p . 9 of this Vol . See note 4.
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The merciless Macdonwald ( Worthy to be a rebel , for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied " ; 3 And fortune , on his damned quarry ' smiling ,.
The merciless Macdonwald ( Worthy to be a rebel , for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied " ; 3 And fortune , on his damned quarry ' smiling ,.
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55 psl. - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
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301 psl. - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! 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.
266 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
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