The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 6H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... ftill . Lear . Thou wert better in thy grave , than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies . Is man no more than this ? Confider him well . Thou ow'ft the worm no filk , the beast no hide , the sheep no wool , the ...
... ftill . Lear . Thou wert better in thy grave , than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies . Is man no more than this ? Confider him well . Thou ow'ft the worm no filk , the beast no hide , the sheep no wool , the ...
Page 68
... ftill with my Philofopher . Kent . Good my Lord , footh him ; let him take the fellow . Glo . Take him you on . Kent . Sirrah , come on ; along with us . Lear . Come , good Athenian . Glo . No words , no words , hush . Edg . Child ...
... ftill with my Philofopher . Kent . Good my Lord , footh him ; let him take the fellow . Glo . Take him you on . Kent . Sirrah , come on ; along with us . Lear . Come , good Athenian . Glo . No words , no words , hush . Edg . Child ...
Page 77
... ftill in efperance ; lives not in fear . The lamentable change is from the best ; The worst returns to laughter . Welcome then , Thou unfubftantial air , that I embrace ! The wretch , that thou haft blown unto the wors Owes nothing to ...
... ftill in efperance ; lives not in fear . The lamentable change is from the best ; The worst returns to laughter . Welcome then , Thou unfubftantial air , that I embrace ! The wretch , that thou haft blown unto the wors Owes nothing to ...
Page 83
... ftill , and cry'ft , " Alack ! why does he fo ? Alb . See thyfelf , devil : Proper deformity feems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman . Gon , O vain fool ! Alb . Thou chang'd , and felf - converted thing ! For fhame , ( 43 ) And ...
... ftill , and cry'ft , " Alack ! why does he fo ? Alb . See thyfelf , devil : Proper deformity feems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman . Gon , O vain fool ! Alb . Thou chang'd , and felf - converted thing ! For fhame , ( 43 ) And ...
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... ftill . How And dizzy ' tis , to caft one's eyes fo low ! The crows and choughs , that wing the midway air , Shew fcarce fo grofs as beetles . Half way down Hangs one , that gathers famphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks , he feems no ...
... ftill . How And dizzy ' tis , to caft one's eyes fo low ! The crows and choughs , that wing the midway air , Shew fcarce fo grofs as beetles . Half way down Hangs one , that gathers famphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks , he feems no ...
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Page 336 - 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, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 101 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 311 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Page 307 - 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.
Page 116 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 8 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Page 313 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a 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.
Page 106 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 304 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, 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 304 - If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the stickingplace, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...