The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, 4±ÇH. Durell, 1817 |
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... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , ' evermore in subjection . Laf . You shall find of the king a husband , madam : - you , sir , a father : He that so generally ...
... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , ' evermore in subjection . Laf . You shall find of the king a husband , madam : - you , sir , a father : He that so generally ...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Madam , I desire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ! thy blood , and virtue , Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy ...
... Madam , I desire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ! thy blood , and virtue , Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy ...
11 ÆäÀÌÁö
... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . - No more of ...
... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . - No more of ...
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... the house . In the picture of Sir Thomas More's family , by Hans Holbien , the only servant represented is Patison the fool This is a proof of the familiarity to VOL . IV . 2 Stew . Madam , the care I have had to ACT I. 17 THAT ENDS WELL .
... the house . In the picture of Sir Thomas More's family , by Hans Holbien , the only servant represented is Patison the fool This is a proof of the familiarity to VOL . IV . 2 Stew . Madam , the care I have had to ACT I. 17 THAT ENDS WELL .
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... madam , I am a poor fellow . Count . Well , sir . Clo . No , madam , ' tis not so well , that I am poor ; though many of the rich are damned : ' But , if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world , Isbel the woman and I ...
... madam , I am a poor fellow . Count . Well , sir . Clo . No , madam , ' tis not so well , that I am poor ; though many of the rich are damned : ' But , if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world , Isbel the woman and I ...
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289 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on- the other.
317 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!