Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , —alack , good man ...
... hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , —alack , good man ...
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... Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch , and the rich crop Of sea and land , which can distinguish ' twixt The fiery orbs above , and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach3 ? and can we not Partition make with ...
... Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch , and the rich crop Of sea and land , which can distinguish ' twixt The fiery orbs above , and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach3 ? and can we not Partition make with ...
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... hath of thee , Deserves thy trust ; and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit ! -Blessed live you long ! A ... hath a kind of honour sets him off , More than a mortal seeming . Be not angry , Most mighty princess , that I have ...
... hath of thee , Deserves thy trust ; and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit ! -Blessed live you long ! A ... hath a kind of honour sets him off , More than a mortal seeming . Be not angry , Most mighty princess , that I have ...
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... hath seiz'd me wholly . [ Exit Lady . To your protection I commend me , gods ! From fairies , and the tempters of the night , Guard me , beseech ye ! [ Sleeps . IACHIMO , from the Trunk . Iach . The crickets sing , and man's o'erlabour ...
... hath seiz'd me wholly . [ Exit Lady . To your protection I commend me , gods ! From fairies , and the tempters of the night , Guard me , beseech ye ! [ Sleeps . IACHIMO , from the Trunk . Iach . The crickets sing , and man's o'erlabour ...
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... hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . - How now , Pisanio ? Enter PISANIO . Clo . His garment ? Now , the devil-- 10 In knots of their own tying . 11 A low ...
... hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . - How now , Pisanio ? Enter PISANIO . Clo . His garment ? Now , the devil-- 10 In knots of their own tying . 11 A low ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Página 105 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 545 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Página 545 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Página 463 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 57 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Página 521 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 103 - 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...
Página 399 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Página 504 - tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire — dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice; and yond...
Página 522 - Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And so I am! I am!