The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volum 6C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Side 29
... tears fret chanels in her cheeks : ( 11 ) Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that the may f How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , feel , To have a thanklefs child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now ...
... tears fret chanels in her cheeks : ( 11 ) Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that the may f How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , feel , To have a thanklefs child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now ...
Side 30
... tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them .-- Blasts and fogs upon thee ! Th ' untented woundings of a father's curfe ( 12 ) Pierce every fenfe about thee ! Old fond eyes , Beweep this caufe again , I'll pluck ...
... tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them .-- Blasts and fogs upon thee ! Th ' untented woundings of a father's curfe ( 12 ) Pierce every fenfe about thee ! Old fond eyes , Beweep this caufe again , I'll pluck ...
Side 55
... tears his white hair , ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of . ) Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein ...
... tears his white hair , ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of . ) Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein ...
Side 62
... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? -But I'll punish home ; No , I will weep no more - In fuch a night , To fhut me out ? -pour on , I will endure : In fuch a night as this ? Q Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whose frank ...
... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? -But I'll punish home ; No , I will weep no more - In fuch a night , To fhut me out ? -pour on , I will endure : In fuch a night as this ? Q Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whose frank ...
Side 71
... tears begin to take his part fo much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart ; fee , they bark at me- Edg . Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be thy ...
... tears begin to take his part fo much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart ; fee , they bark at me- Edg . Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be thy ...
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Side 94 - 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 305 - 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 302 - 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.
Side 306 - 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.
Side 19 - ... 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 296 - 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.
Side 53 - 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...
Side 469 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Side 304 - 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 309 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...