The Works of Shakespeare, Volum 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Side 12
... I'll do't before I fpeak , ) that you make known It is no vicious blot , murther , or foulness , No unchafte action , or dishonour'd step , That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour : But ev'n for want of that , for which I'm ...
... I'll do't before I fpeak , ) that you make known It is no vicious blot , murther , or foulness , No unchafte action , or dishonour'd step , That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour : But ev'n for want of that , for which I'm ...
Side 16
... I'll appre- hend him . Abominable villain ! where is he ? Edm . I do not well know , my lord ; if it fhall please you to fufpend your indignation against my brother , ' till you can derive from him better teftimony of his intent , you ...
... I'll appre- hend him . Abominable villain ! where is he ? Edm . I do not well know , my lord ; if it fhall please you to fufpend your indignation against my brother , ' till you can derive from him better teftimony of his intent , you ...
Side 19
... I'll not endure it : His Knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On ev'ry trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not fpeak with him ; fay , I am fick . If you come flack of former services , You fhall do well ; the fault ...
... I'll not endure it : His Knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On ev'ry trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not fpeak with him ; fay , I am fick . If you come flack of former services , You fhall do well ; the fault ...
Side 22
... I'll not be ftruck , my lord . Kent . Nór tript neither , you bafe foot - ball player . [ Tripping up his heels . Lear . I thank thee , fellow . Thou ferv'ft me , and I'll love thee . Kent . Come , Sir , arife , away ; I'll teach you ...
... I'll not be ftruck , my lord . Kent . Nór tript neither , you bafe foot - ball player . [ Tripping up his heels . Lear . I thank thee , fellow . Thou ferv'ft me , and I'll love thee . Kent . Come , Sir , arife , away ; I'll teach you ...
Side 23
... I'll keep my cox- comb my felf ; there's mine , beg another of thy daugh ters . Lear . Take heed , Sirrah , the whip . Fool . Truth's a dog muft to kennel ; he must be whip'd out , when the lady brach may ftand by th ' fire and ftink ...
... I'll keep my cox- comb my felf ; there's mine , beg another of thy daugh ters . Lear . Take heed , Sirrah , the whip . Fool . Truth's a dog muft to kennel ; he must be whip'd out , when the lady brach may ftand by th ' fire and ftink ...
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Side 283 - 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.
Side 279 - 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...
Side 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Side 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Side 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Side 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Side 331 - I have liv'd 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...
Side 289 - 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.
Side 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.