The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... such cenfures , fince he only turned the fyftem that was then univer- fally admitted , to his advantage , and was far from overburden- ing the credulity of his audience . The reality of witchcraft or enchantment , which , though not ...
... such cenfures , fince he only turned the fyftem that was then univer- fally admitted , to his advantage , and was far from overburden- ing the credulity of his audience . The reality of witchcraft or enchantment , which , though not ...
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... such hiftories as were then thought true ; nor can it be doubted that the scenes of enchantment , however they may now be ridiculed , were both by himself and his audience thought awful and affecting . JOHNSON . In the concluding ...
... such hiftories as were then thought true ; nor can it be doubted that the scenes of enchantment , however they may now be ridiculed , were both by himself and his audience thought awful and affecting . JOHNSON . In the concluding ...
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... Such I account thy love . Art thou afeard To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare ...
... Such I account thy love . Art thou afeard To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare ...
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... overcome us like a fummer's cloud , Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the difpofition that I owe , When now think you can behold such fights , And And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks , When 44 MACBETH . AЯ 111 .
... overcome us like a fummer's cloud , Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the difpofition that I owe , When now think you can behold such fights , And And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks , When 44 MACBETH . AЯ 111 .
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... such grace , That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect : Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king , on his aid To wake Northumberland , and warlike Siward : That , by the help of these , ( with him above ...
... such grace , That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect : Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king , on his aid To wake Northumberland , and warlike Siward : That , by the help of these , ( with him above ...
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Page 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 21 - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 55 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination 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.
Page 20 - 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?
Page 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 16 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...