A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely NewG.G.J. and J. Robinson, 1787 - 470 sayfa |
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Sayfa 9
... Athens , in the fequence of degree ,. From high to low throughout , that whofo please To stop affliction , let him take his haste , Come hither , ere my tree hath felt the axe , And hang himself . -Had it pleas'd heaven Timon , A. 5 , S ...
... Athens , in the fequence of degree ,. From high to low throughout , that whofo please To stop affliction , let him take his haste , Come hither , ere my tree hath felt the axe , And hang himself . -Had it pleas'd heaven Timon , A. 5 , S ...
Sayfa 17
... Athens ( thine and ours ) to take The captainship , thou shalt be met with thanks , Allow'd with abfolute power 2 , and thy good name Live with authority . Timon of Athens , A. 5 , S. 2 . I must be patient ; there is no fettering of ...
... Athens ( thine and ours ) to take The captainship , thou shalt be met with thanks , Allow'd with abfolute power 2 , and thy good name Live with authority . Timon of Athens , A. 5 , S. 2 . I must be patient ; there is no fettering of ...
Sayfa 20
... Athens . I'll cheer up My discontented troops , and lay for hearts . Timon of Athens , A. 3 , S. 5 . BANKRUPT . Sweep on , you fat and greafy citizens ; ' Tis juft the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt ...
... Athens . I'll cheer up My discontented troops , and lay for hearts . Timon of Athens , A. 3 , S. 5 . BANKRUPT . Sweep on , you fat and greafy citizens ; ' Tis juft the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt ...
Sayfa 32
... Timon of Athens , A. 4 , S.12 . Pale afhes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghoft , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy flaughter'd ...
... Timon of Athens , A. 4 , S.12 . Pale afhes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghoft , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy flaughter'd ...
Sayfa 63
... Timon of Athens , A. 4 , S. 3 . Divineft creature , bright Aftræa's daughter , How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs ? Thy promifes are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next , Henry VI . P. 1. A. 1 ...
... Timon of Athens , A. 4 , S. 3 . Divineft creature , bright Aftræa's daughter , How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs ? Thy promifes are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next , Henry VI . P. 1. A. 1 ...
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Sayfa 343 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Sayfa 12 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Sayfa 67 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Sayfa 162 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Sayfa 298 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Sayfa 14 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Sayfa 139 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Sayfa 61 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Sayfa 463 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent ; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
Sayfa 94 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.