The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... Queen , wife to Cymbeline , Imogen , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . Helen , woman to Imogen . tions , a Soothsayer , Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Appari- Gentleman , Muficians ...
... Queen , wife to Cymbeline , Imogen , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . Helen , woman to Imogen . tions , a Soothsayer , Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Appari- Gentleman , Muficians ...
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... queen , That most defir'd the match : But not a courtier , courtiers do ; they ftill feem as the king's does . " The obscurity arifes from the omiffion of the pronoun they , by a common poetical licence . M. MASON . Blood is fo ...
... queen , That most defir'd the match : But not a courtier , courtiers do ; they ftill feem as the king's does . " The obscurity arifes from the omiffion of the pronoun they , by a common poetical licence . M. MASON . Blood is fo ...
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... Queen , POSTHUмUS , and IMOGEN . " QUEEN . NO , be affur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the flander of moft ftep - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler fhall deliver you the keys That lock ...
... Queen , POSTHUмUS , and IMOGEN . " QUEEN . NO , be affur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the flander of moft ftep - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler fhall deliver you the keys That lock ...
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... queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; left I give cause To be fufpected of more tenderness Than doth ... queen , And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you fend , Though ink be made of gall.3 QUEEN . Re - enter Queen . Be ...
... queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; left I give cause To be fufpected of more tenderness Than doth ... queen , And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you fend , Though ink be made of gall.3 QUEEN . Re - enter Queen . Be ...
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الصفحة 360 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
الصفحة 129 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
الصفحة 91 - To lie in watch there, and to think on him ? To weep 'twixt clock and clock?
الصفحة 313 - Why, as men do a-land ; the great ones eat up the little ones. I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale ; 'a plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping, till they've swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells and all.
الصفحة 329 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...