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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Side 9
... better purpose . Her . Never ? Leo . Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice faid well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters ...
... better purpose . Her . Never ? Leo . Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice faid well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters ...
Side 17
... caught Of you that yet are well . Pol . How caught of me ? Make me not fighted like the bafilisk . I've look'd on thoufands who have fped the better VOL . IV . C By By my regard , but kill'd none fo : Camillo The Winter's Tale . 17.
... caught Of you that yet are well . Pol . How caught of me ? Make me not fighted like the bafilisk . I've look'd on thoufands who have fped the better VOL . IV . C By By my regard , but kill'd none fo : Camillo The Winter's Tale . 17.
Side 20
... better . 2 Lady . And why fo , pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become fome women beft , fo that there be not Too much hair there , but in a femicircle , Like a half - moon ...
... better . 2 Lady . And why fo , pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become fome women beft , fo that there be not Too much hair there , but in a femicircle , Like a half - moon ...
Side 23
... action , I now go on , Is for my better grace . Adieu , my Lord , " I never wish'd to fee you forry ; now I truft I fhall , My women , come , you've leave . Leo . Leo . Go , do our bidding ; hence ! The Winter's Tale . 23.
... action , I now go on , Is for my better grace . Adieu , my Lord , " I never wish'd to fee you forry ; now I truft I fhall , My women , come , you've leave . Leo . Leo . Go , do our bidding ; hence ! The Winter's Tale . 23.
Side 32
... better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , fo , farewel , we are gone . SCENE VI . Leo . Thou , traytor , haft set on thy wife to this ...
... better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , fo , farewel , we are gone . SCENE VI . Leo . Thou , traytor , haft set on thy wife to this ...
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Side 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Side 161 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Side 270 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Side 164 - 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.
Side 103 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Side 288 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Side 161 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Side 266 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Side 270 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Side 132 - 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...