The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... never fought on horfeback ; nor does their manner of fighting in chariots feem to require lefs activity than · on foot . JOHNSON . It is true that the heroes of Homer never fought on horse- back ; yet fuch of them as make a fecond ...
... never fought on horfeback ; nor does their manner of fighting in chariots feem to require lefs activity than · on foot . JOHNSON . It is true that the heroes of Homer never fought on horse- back ; yet fuch of them as make a fecond ...
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... never yet , that ever knew Love got so sweet , as when defire did fue : 5 At your own houfe ; there he unarms him . ] Thefe neceffary words added from the quarto edition . POPE . 6 The words added are only , there he unarms him ...
... never yet , that ever knew Love got so sweet , as when defire did fue : 5 At your own houfe ; there he unarms him . ] Thefe neceffary words added from the quarto edition . POPE . 6 The words added are only , there he unarms him ...
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... never did , Beggar that estimation which you priz'd Richer than fea and land ? O theft most base ! That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! ' But thieves , unworthy of a thing fo stolen ; Who in their country did them that difgrace ...
... never did , Beggar that estimation which you priz'd Richer than fea and land ? O theft most base ! That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! ' But thieves , unworthy of a thing fo stolen ; Who in their country did them that difgrace ...
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... never fhrowded any but Lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ; the heavens hear me ! Enter Achilles . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Therfites , my lord . Savithout drawing the ...
... never fhrowded any but Lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ; the heavens hear me ! Enter Achilles . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Therfites , my lord . Savithout drawing the ...
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William Shakespeare. I That baftes his arrogance with his own feam , And never fuffers matters of the world Enter his thoughts ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself ) fhall he be worshipp'd Of that , we hold an idol more than he ...
William Shakespeare. I That baftes his arrogance with his own feam , And never fuffers matters of the world Enter his thoughts ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself ) fhall he be worshipp'd Of that , we hold an idol more than he ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Page 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Page 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 392 - 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...
Page 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Page 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Page 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Page 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Page 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...