THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET, AND NOTES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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Fare thee well, king; since thus thou wilt appear, Freedom" lives hence, and
banishment is here. The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, - [To
CoRDELIA. That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said – And your large
speeches may your ...
Fare thee well, king; since thus thou wilt appear, Freedom" lives hence, and
banishment is here. The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, - [To
CoRDELIA. That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said – And your large
speeches may your ...
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Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!— Art not ashamed to look
upon this beard P[To GoneRIL. O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand P Gon.
Why not by the hand, sir? How have I. quartos read tender-hested, which may be
right, ...
Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!— Art not ashamed to look
upon this beard P[To GoneRIL. O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand P Gon.
Why not by the hand, sir? How have I. quartos read tender-hested, which may be
right, ...
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Wilt break my heart? Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. - Lear.
Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious St0rm - Invades us to the skin : so 'tis
to thee : But where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.
Wilt break my heart? Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. - Lear.
Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious St0rm - Invades us to the skin : so 'tis
to thee : But where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.
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Glo. Then, 'pr'ythee, get thee gone. If, for my sake, Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a
mile or twain, I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some covering
for this naked soul, Whom I'll entreat to lead me. Old Man. Alack, sir, he's mad.
Glo. Then, 'pr'ythee, get thee gone. If, for my sake, Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a
mile or twain, I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some covering
for this naked soul, Whom I'll entreat to lead me. Old Man. Alack, sir, he's mad.
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If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough ; thy name is
Gloster. Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st. I From “hide
all” to “accuser's lips” is wanting in the quartos. * i.e. support or uphold them.
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough ; thy name is
Gloster. Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st. I From “hide
all” to “accuser's lips” is wanting in the quartos. * i.e. support or uphold them.
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Page 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Page 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 72 - 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...