The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... must take it in sense , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to ftand : and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh . Greg . ' Tis well thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst been Poor John . Draw thy tool ...
... must take it in sense , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to ftand : and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh . Greg . ' Tis well thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst been Poor John . Draw thy tool ...
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... . This line is probably muti- lated , for being intended to rhyme to the line foregoing , it must have originally been com- plete in its measure . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of fighs Love 12 ROMEO and JULIET Ben. Of love? ...
... . This line is probably muti- lated , for being intended to rhyme to the line foregoing , it must have originally been com- plete in its measure . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of fighs Love 12 ROMEO and JULIET Ben. Of love? ...
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... must talk in secret - Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel . Thou know'ft , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe ...
... must talk in secret - Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel . Thou know'ft , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe ...
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... must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move . Mer . You are a Lover ; borrow Cupid's Wings , And foar with them above a ...
... must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move . Mer . You are a Lover ; borrow Cupid's Wings , And foar with them above a ...
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... must fay , he wrote -- the FANCY's midwife : and this is a proper title , as it introduces all that is faid afterwards of her vagaries . Befides , it exactly quadrates with thefe lines : I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an ...
... must fay , he wrote -- the FANCY's midwife : and this is a proper title , as it introduces all that is faid afterwards of her vagaries . Befides , it exactly quadrates with thefe lines : I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an ...
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Page 169 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
Page 213 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 39 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.