Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, 4 tomasD. Leach, 1767 |
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... o'the fame neft ; not altogether fo great as the first in goodness , but greater a great deal in evil . He excels his brother for a coward , yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is : In a retreat he out - runs any lacquey ...
... o'the fame neft ; not altogether fo great as the first in goodness , but greater a great deal in evil . He excels his brother for a coward , yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is : In a retreat he out - runs any lacquey ...
95 psl.
... o'the camp , If I be one . Cou . He blushes , and ' tis it : Of fix preceding ancestors , that jem , Confer'd by teftament to the fequent iffue , Hath it been ow'd , and worn . This is his wife ; That ring's a thousand proofs . Kin ...
... o'the camp , If I be one . Cou . He blushes , and ' tis it : Of fix preceding ancestors , that jem , Confer'd by teftament to the fequent iffue , Hath it been ow'd , and worn . This is his wife ; That ring's a thousand proofs . Kin ...
7 psl.
... o'the viol- de - gambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for word without book , and hath all the good gifts of nature . MAR . He hath , indeed , What you will . 7 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not ...
... o'the viol- de - gambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for word without book , and hath all the good gifts of nature . MAR . He hath , indeed , What you will . 7 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not ...
8 psl.
... o'the toe like a parish top . What , wench ? Caftiliano volto ; for here comes fir Andrew Ague - face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir A. Sir Toby Belch ! how now , fir Toby Belch ? Sir T. Sweet fir Andrew ! Sir A. Blefs you , fair fhrew . MAR ...
... o'the toe like a parish top . What , wench ? Caftiliano volto ; for here comes fir Andrew Ague - face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir A. Sir Toby Belch ! how now , fir Toby Belch ? Sir T. Sweet fir Andrew ! Sir A. Blefs you , fair fhrew . MAR ...
28 psl.
... O , the twelfth day of December , - MAR . For the love o ' God , peace . Enter MALVOLIO . MAL . My mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honefty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ...
... O , the twelfth day of December , - MAR . For the love o ' God , peace . Enter MALVOLIO . MAL . My mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honefty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ...
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72 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
23 psl. - 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.
20 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
11 psl. - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
49 psl. - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
23 psl. - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
71 psl. - I have lived 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 ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
31 psl. - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
15 psl. - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
28 psl. - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. 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.