The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens..H. Baldwin, 1793 - English drama |
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... comes again ! Enter Ghost . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Most like : -it harrows me ' with ...
... comes again ! Enter Ghost . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Most like : -it harrows me ' with ...
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... Comes he this day fo jump in the very time of this marriage ? " STEEVENS . In what particular thought to work , ] i . e . What particular train of thinking to follow . STEEVENS . 9 -grofs and fcope- ] General thoughts , and tendency at ...
... Comes he this day fo jump in the very time of this marriage ? " STEEVENS . In what particular thought to work , ] i . e . What particular train of thinking to follow . STEEVENS . 9 -grofs and fcope- ] General thoughts , and tendency at ...
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... Comes armed through our watch ; fo like the king That was , and is , the queftion of these wars . " 2 -romage- ] Tumultuous hurry . JoHNSON . Commonly written rummage . STEEVENS . 3 [ I think , & c . ] These , and all other lines ...
... Comes armed through our watch ; fo like the king That was , and is , the queftion of these wars . " 2 -romage- ] Tumultuous hurry . JoHNSON . Commonly written rummage . STEEVENS . 3 [ I think , & c . ] These , and all other lines ...
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... comes again ! I'll crofs it , though it blast me . - Stay , illufion ! If thou haft any found , " or use of voice , 4 And prologue to the omen coming on , ] But prologue and omen are merely fynonymous here . The poet means , that these ...
... comes again ! I'll crofs it , though it blast me . - Stay , illufion ! If thou haft any found , " or use of voice , 4 And prologue to the omen coming on , ] But prologue and omen are merely fynonymous here . The poet means , that these ...
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... comes . Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning fingeth all night long : And then , they fay , no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets ftrike , No fairy takes , nor witch hath ...
... comes . Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning fingeth all night long : And then , they fay , no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets ftrike , No fairy takes , nor witch hath ...
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Page 519 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 52 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 533 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Page 120 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 60 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Page 342 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 178 - Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Page 527 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Page 39 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Page 631 - I'll smell it on the tree. — • [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.