Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... stand me . [ Aside . 2 Lord . No ; but he fled forward still , toward your face . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Stand you ! you have land enough of your own : but he added to your having ; gave you some ground . 2 Lord . As many inches as you have ...
... stand me . [ Aside . 2 Lord . No ; but he fled forward still , toward your face . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Stand you ! you have land enough of your own : but he added to your having ; gave you some ground . 2 Lord . As many inches as you have ...
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William Shakespeare. Iach . Yours ; whom in constancy , you think , stands so safe . I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring , that , commend me to the court where your lady is , with no more advantage than the op- portunity of a ...
William Shakespeare. Iach . Yours ; whom in constancy , you think , stands so safe . I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring , that , commend me to the court where your lady is , with no more advantage than the op- portunity of a ...
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... stands with her ; do't , as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on7 ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee ; I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment , such As ...
... stands with her ; do't , as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on7 ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee ; I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment , such As ...
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... stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ! [ Exit . SCENE II . A Bedchamber ; in one Part of it a Trunk . IMOGEN reading in her Bed ; a Lady attending . Imo . Who's there ? my woman Helen ? Lady . Imo . What hour is it ...
... stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ! [ Exit . SCENE II . A Bedchamber ; in one Part of it a Trunk . IMOGEN reading in her Bed ; a Lady attending . Imo . Who's there ? my woman Helen ? Lady . Imo . What hour is it ...
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... stand of the stealer ; and ' tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the thief ; Nay , sometime , hangs both thief and true man : What Can it not do , and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me ; for I yet not ...
... stand of the stealer ; and ' tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the thief ; Nay , sometime , hangs both thief and true man : What Can it not do , and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me ; for I yet not ...
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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!