The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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... bear would lick , ' Most barbarous , most degenerate ! have you madded Could my good brother suffer you to do it ! A man , a prince , by him so benefited ? If that the Heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these ...
... bear would lick , ' Most barbarous , most degenerate ! have you madded Could my good brother suffer you to do it ! A man , a prince , by him so benefited ? If that the Heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these ...
Page 102
... bear it longer , and not fall To quarrel with your great , opposeless wills , My snuff , and loathed part of nature , should 1 " Samphire grows in great plenty on most of the sea - cliffs in this country : it is terrible to see how ...
... bear it longer , and not fall To quarrel with your great , opposeless wills , My snuff , and loathed part of nature , should 1 " Samphire grows in great plenty on most of the sea - cliffs in this country : it is terrible to see how ...
Page 104
... bear Affliction , till it do cry out itself , Enough , enough , and die . That thing you speak of , I took it for a man ; often ' twould say , The fiend , the fiend : he led me to that place . Edg . Bear free and patient thoughts ...
... bear Affliction , till it do cry out itself , Enough , enough , and die . That thing you speak of , I took it for a man ; often ' twould say , The fiend , the fiend : he led me to that place . Edg . Bear free and patient thoughts ...
Page 115
... bear with me ; ' Pray you now , forget and forgive ; I am old and foolish . [ Exeunt LEAR , CORDELIA , Physician , and Attendants . [ Gent . Holds it true , sir , That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ? Kent . Gent . Who is conductor ...
... bear with me ; ' Pray you now , forget and forgive ; I am old and foolish . [ Exeunt LEAR , CORDELIA , Physician , and Attendants . [ Gent . Holds it true , sir , That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ? Kent . Gent . Who is conductor ...
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... bear question ; either say , thou'lt do't , 3 Or thrive by other means . Off I'll do't , my lord . Edm . About it ; and write happy , when thou hast done . Mark , -I say instantly ; and carry it so , As I have set it down . Off . I ...
... bear question ; either say , thou'lt do't , 3 Or thrive by other means . Off I'll do't , my lord . Edm . About it ; and write happy , when thou hast done . Mark , -I say instantly ; and carry it so , As I have set it down . Off . I ...
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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...