The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... Mach . Who's there ? what , ho ? - Lady . Alack ! I am afraid , they have awak'd ; And ' tis not done ; th ' attempt , and not the deed , Confounds us - hark ! -I laid their daggers ready , He could not miss ' em - Had he not resembled ...
... Mach . Who's there ? what , ho ? - Lady . Alack ! I am afraid , they have awak'd ; And ' tis not done ; th ' attempt , and not the deed , Confounds us - hark ! -I laid their daggers ready , He could not miss ' em - Had he not resembled ...
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... Mach . When ? Lady . Now . Mach . As I defcended ? Lady . Ay . Mach . Hark ! who lies i'th ' second chamber ? Lady . Donalbain . Mach . This is a forry fight [ Looks on his bands . Lady . A foolish thought , to fay , a forry fight ...
... Mach . When ? Lady . Now . Mach . As I defcended ? Lady . Ay . Mach . Hark ! who lies i'th ' second chamber ? Lady . Donalbain . Mach . This is a forry fight [ Looks on his bands . Lady . A foolish thought , to fay , a forry fight ...
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... Mach . Whence is that knocking ? [ Exit [ Starting . How is't with me , when every noise appals me ? ( 13 ) What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes ; Will ( 12 ) Why , & c . ] Should not this be read , Why , worthy Thane ...
... Mach . Whence is that knocking ? [ Exit [ Starting . How is't with me , when every noise appals me ? ( 13 ) What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes ; Will ( 12 ) Why , & c . ] Should not this be read , Why , worthy Thane ...
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... Mach . To know my deed , ' twere best not know my- felf . Wake , Duncan , with this knocking ! ' would thou couldst ! ACT Et tota Tethys per meas currat manus , Hærebit altum facinus . Hercul . Fur . Ac . 5 . ' Tis faid of Oedipus , in ...
... Mach . To know my deed , ' twere best not know my- felf . Wake , Duncan , with this knocking ! ' would thou couldst ! ACT Et tota Tethys per meas currat manus , Hærebit altum facinus . Hercul . Fur . Ac . 5 . ' Tis faid of Oedipus , in ...
Стр. 175
... Mach . There's comfort yet , they are affailable ; Then be thou jocund . Ere the bat hath flown His cloyster'd flight , ere to black Hecate's fummons The ( 15 ) fhard - born beetle with his drowfy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal ...
... Mach . There's comfort yet , they are affailable ; Then be thou jocund . Ere the bat hath flown His cloyster'd flight , ere to black Hecate's fummons The ( 15 ) fhard - born beetle with his drowfy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal ...
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