The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... night , Will shun no course to keep them from the light . One fin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to luft , as flame to fmoke . Poifon and treafon are the hands of fin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame ...
... night , Will shun no course to keep them from the light . One fin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to luft , as flame to fmoke . Poifon and treafon are the hands of fin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame ...
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... night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes fhun them , And danger , which I feared , is at Antioch , Whofe arm feems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither ...
... night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes fhun them , And danger , which I feared , is at Antioch , Whofe arm feems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither ...
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... night , Who seem'd my good protector ; and being here , Bethought me what was past , what might succeed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears Decrease not , but grow fafter than their years : And should he doubt it , ( as no ...
... night , Who seem'd my good protector ; and being here , Bethought me what was past , what might succeed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears Decrease not , but grow fafter than their years : And should he doubt it , ( as no ...
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... night : my ears , I do protest , were never better fed With fuch delightful pleafing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my defert . Sim . Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my ...
... night : my ears , I do protest , were never better fed With fuch delightful pleafing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my defert . Sim . Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my ...
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... night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs Of my queen's travails ! -Now , Lychorida-- Enter LYCHORIDA , with an infant , Lyc . Here is a thing D 4 Too Too young for fuch a place , who if it Aš 11 . PRINCE ...
... night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs Of my queen's travails ! -Now , Lychorida-- Enter LYCHORIDA , with an infant , Lyc . Here is a thing D 4 Too Too young for fuch a place , who if it Aš 11 . PRINCE ...
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Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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Page 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Page 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Page 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Page 98 - tis fittest. Cor. 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.
Page 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.