The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Page 252
... lago , a little lower , fays to Brabantio . 84 .. Zounds , Sir , you're robb'd : for fhame , put on your gewn ; Now , I think , ' tis pretty certain , that Iago does not mean , " Slip on your night - gown , but your gozun of office ...
... lago , a little lower , fays to Brabantio . 84 .. Zounds , Sir , you're robb'd : for fhame , put on your gewn ; Now , I think , ' tis pretty certain , that Iago does not mean , " Slip on your night - gown , but your gozun of office ...
Page 254
... lago . O Sir , content you ; him . I follow him to serve my turn upon We cannot all be mafters , nor all mafters Cannot be truly follow'd . You shall mark Many a duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obfequious ...
... lago . O Sir , content you ; him . I follow him to serve my turn upon We cannot all be mafters , nor all mafters Cannot be truly follow'd . You shall mark Many a duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obfequious ...
Page 255
... lago . Zounds ! Sir , you're robb'd , for fhame , put on Your heart is burst , you have loft half your foul : Ev'n now , ev'n very now , an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe . Arife , arife , Awake the fnorting citizens with the ...
... lago . Zounds ! Sir , you're robb'd , for fhame , put on Your heart is burst , you have loft half your foul : Ev'n now , ev'n very now , an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe . Arife , arife , Awake the fnorting citizens with the ...
Page 258
... lago . Yet do I hold it very ftuff o'th ' confcience To do no contriv'd murder : I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me fervice . Nine or ten times I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs . Oth . It's better as it is . Iago . Nay ...
... lago . Yet do I hold it very ftuff o'th ' confcience To do no contriv'd murder : I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me fervice . Nine or ten times I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs . Oth . It's better as it is . Iago . Nay ...
Page 259
... lago . Thofe are the raised father , and his friends : You were beft go in . Oth . Not : I must be found . My parts , my title and my perfect foul Shall manifeft me rightly . Is it they ? lago . By Janu :, I think , no . Oth . The ...
... lago . Thofe are the raised father , and his friends : You were beft go in . Oth . Not : I must be found . My parts , my title and my perfect foul Shall manifeft me rightly . Is it they ? lago . By Janu :, I think , no . Oth . The ...
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Page 231 - 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 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Page 221 - 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 think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Page 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Page 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Page 26 - 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.