The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 3Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Of this make no conclusion ; Your queen and I are devils . Grace to boot !? lest you say , Yet , go on ; The offences we have made you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinned with us , and that ...
... eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Of this make no conclusion ; Your queen and I are devils . Grace to boot !? lest you say , Yet , go on ; The offences we have made you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinned with us , and that ...
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... eye . Sweet villain ! 1 i . e . the death of the deer . The mort was also certain notes played on the horn at the death of the deer . 2 " Bawcock . " A burlesque word of endearment supposed to be derived from beau - coq , or boy - cock ...
... eye . Sweet villain ! 1 i . e . the death of the deer . The mort was also certain notes played on the horn at the death of the deer . 2 " Bawcock . " A burlesque word of endearment supposed to be derived from beau - coq , or boy - cock ...
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... eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; ) or heard , ( For , to a vision so apparent , rumor Cannot be ... eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobby - horse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench ...
... eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; ) or heard , ( For , to a vision so apparent , rumor Cannot be ... eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobby - horse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench ...
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... eyes blind With the pin and web , ' but theirs , theirs only , That would unseen be wicked ? Is this nothing ? Why , then , the world , and all that's in't , is nothing ; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing ; My wife is ...
... eyes blind With the pin and web , ' but theirs , theirs only , That would unseen be wicked ? Is this nothing ? Why , then , the world , and all that's in't , is nothing ; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing ; My wife is ...
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... eyes to the contrary , and falling A lip of much contempt , speeds from me ; and So leaves me to consider what is breeding , That changes thus his manners . Cam . I dare not know , my lord . Pol . How ! Dare not ? and dare not Do not ...
... eyes to the contrary , and falling A lip of much contempt , speeds from me ; and So leaves me to consider what is breeding , That changes thus his manners . Cam . I dare not know , my lord . Pol . How ! Dare not ? and dare not Do not ...
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Page 465 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 408 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 382 - 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, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Page 185 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Page 383 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery 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.
Page 408 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 190 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Page 190 - Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here ; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Page 216 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 189 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.