The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 9Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... Goneril and Regan of tradition , and the death of one at the hands of the other strikes a last fierce note from the chord of violated blood - ties that resounds through ! the play . But the dagger and the poison - 14 King Lear.
... Goneril and Regan of tradition , and the death of one at the hands of the other strikes a last fierce note from the chord of violated blood - ties that resounds through ! the play . But the dagger and the poison - 14 King Lear.
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... blood , And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever . The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd , pitied , and relieved , 102 ...
... blood , And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever . The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd , pitied , and relieved , 102 ...
Page 53
... blood drawn on me would beget opinion Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . Father , father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOUCESTER , and Servants with torches . Glou . Now , Edmund ...
... blood drawn on me would beget opinion Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . Father , father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOUCESTER , and Servants with torches . Glou . Now , Edmund ...
Page 69
... blood ! ' Fiery ' ? ' the fiery duke ' ? Tell the hot duke that- No , but not yet : may be he is not well : Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound ; we are not ourselves When nature being oppress'd commands ...
... blood ! ' Fiery ' ? ' the fiery duke ' ? Tell the hot duke that- No , but not yet : may be he is not well : Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound ; we are not ourselves When nature being oppress'd commands ...
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... blood , my daughter ; Or rather a disease that ' s in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil , A plague - sore , an embossed carbuncle , 227. embossed , swollen . 210 220 In my corrupted blood . But I'll not chide ...
... blood , my daughter ; Or rather a disease that ' s in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil , A plague - sore , an embossed carbuncle , 227. embossed , swollen . 210 220 In my corrupted blood . But I'll not chide ...
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Page 208 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Page 207 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 129 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Page 235 - All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Page 303 - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Page 252 - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o...
Page 88 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Page 182 - d jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Page 302 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 115 - 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...