The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the fnow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refufe to drink my dear fon's blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drazun . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Unbind my ...
... ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the fnow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refufe to drink my dear fon's blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drazun . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Unbind my ...
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... ftill ? Tit . Ha , ha , ha . Mar. Why doft thou laugh ; it fits not with this hour . Tit . Why I have not another tear to shed ; Befides , this forrow is an enemy , And would ufurp upon my watry eyes , And make them blind with tributary ...
... ftill ? Tit . Ha , ha , ha . Mar. Why doft thou laugh ; it fits not with this hour . Tit . Why I have not another tear to shed ; Befides , this forrow is an enemy , And would ufurp upon my watry eyes , And make them blind with tributary ...
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... ftill ; Wound it with fighing , girl , kill it with groans ; Or get fome little knife between thy teeth , And just against thy heart make thou a hole , That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall May run into that fink , and foaking ...
... ftill ; Wound it with fighing , girl , kill it with groans ; Or get fome little knife between thy teeth , And just against thy heart make thou a hole , That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall May run into that fink , and foaking ...
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... ftill practice learn to know thy meaning . Boy . Good grandfire , leave thefe bitter deep laments , Make my aunt merry with fome pleafing tale . Mar. Alas , the tender boy in paffion mov'd , Doth weep to fee his grandfire's heaviness ...
... ftill practice learn to know thy meaning . Boy . Good grandfire , leave thefe bitter deep laments , Make my aunt merry with fome pleafing tale . Mar. Alas , the tender boy in paffion mov'd , Doth weep to fee his grandfire's heaviness ...
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... ftill I think we are not brought fo low , But that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor . Mar. Alas , poor man , grief has fo wrought on him , He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances . Come ...
... ftill I think we are not brought fo low , But that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor . Mar. Alas , poor man , grief has fo wrought on him , He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances . Come ...
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Page 106 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 88 - 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.
Page 93 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 189 - 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...
Page 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 83 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Page 103 - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Page 125 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Page 85 - 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.