The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, 8±Ç |
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... stand up peerless . Cleo . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? - Of the RANG'n empire fall ! ] The folio , 1623 , prints the word raing'd , and so it stands in the three other folios ; though Johnson would ...
... stand up peerless . Cleo . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? - Of the RANG'n empire fall ! ] The folio , 1623 , prints the word raing'd , and so it stands in the three other folios ; though Johnson would ...
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... stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison ' . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
... stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison ' . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
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... stand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -- You may go : Would , she had never given you leave to come SCENE III . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ...
... stand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -- You may go : Would , she had never given you leave to come SCENE III . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ...
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... stands An honourable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt : good now , play one scene Of excellent dissembling ; and let it look Like ...
... stands An honourable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt : good now , play one scene Of excellent dissembling ; and let it look Like ...
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... stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat : say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ) yet must Antony No way excuse his foils ' , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
... stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat : say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ) yet must Antony No way excuse his foils ' , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
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35 ÆäÀÌÁö - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
503 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
508 ÆäÀÌÁö - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life...
382 ÆäÀÌÁö - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
500 ÆäÀÌÁö - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
522 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes...
533 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
517 ÆäÀÌÁö - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...