THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET, AND NOTES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to
acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. Kent. I cannot conceive you. Glo. Sir
, this young fellow's mother could : whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had
, indeed, ...
His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to
acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. Kent. I cannot conceive you. Glo. Sir
, this young fellow's mother could : whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had
, indeed, ...
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Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The vines of
France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interessed: ” what can you say, to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters f Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear.
Nothing f ...
Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The vines of
France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interessed: ” what can you say, to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters f Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear.
Nothing f ...
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Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender f Cor. So young, my lord, and
true. Lear. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower; For, by the sacred radiance of
the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; By all the operations of the orbs,
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Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender f Cor. So young, my lord, and
true. Lear. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower; For, by the sacred radiance of
the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; By all the operations of the orbs,
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That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in ; and the best of me is
diligence. Lear. How old art thou ? Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for
singing; nor so old, to dote on her for any thing. I have years on my back forty-
eight. Lear.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in ; and the best of me is
diligence. Lear. How old art thou ? Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for
singing; nor so old, to dote on her for any thing. I have years on my back forty-
eight. Lear.
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Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away. Ilear
. No more of that; I have noted it well.—. I By jealous curiosity, Lear appears to
mean a punctilious jealousy, resulting from a scrupulous watchfulness of his own
...
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away. Ilear
. No more of that; I have noted it well.—. I By jealous curiosity, Lear appears to
mean a punctilious jealousy, resulting from a scrupulous watchfulness of his own
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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...