The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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Page 44
... duke's trumpets ! I know not why he comes . All ports I'll bar ; the villain shall not ' scape ; The duke must grant ... CORNWALL , Regan , and Attendants . Corn . 44 [ ACT II . KING LEAR .
... duke's trumpets ! I know not why he comes . All ports I'll bar ; the villain shall not ' scape ; The duke must grant ... CORNWALL , Regan , and Attendants . Corn . 44 [ ACT II . KING LEAR .
Page 51
... CORNWALL . Glo . I am sorry for thee , friend ; ' tis the duke's pleasure , 1 i . e . Ajax is a fool to them . 2 The sentence in brackets is not in the first folio . Whose disposition , all the world well knows , Will SC . II . ] 51 ...
... CORNWALL . Glo . I am sorry for thee , friend ; ' tis the duke's pleasure , 1 i . e . Ajax is a fool to them . 2 The sentence in brackets is not in the first folio . Whose disposition , all the world well knows , Will SC . II . ] 51 ...
Page 57
... Cornwall ; the dear father Would with his daughter speak , commands her service . Are they informed of this ? My breath and blood ! - Fiery ? the fiery duke ? -Tell the hot duke , that- No , but not yet ; -may be , he is not well ...
... Cornwall ; the dear father Would with his daughter speak , commands her service . Are they informed of this ? My breath and blood ! - Fiery ? the fiery duke ? -Tell the hot duke , that- No , but not yet ; -may be , he is not well ...
Page 95
... duke of Cornwall's dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ...
... duke of Cornwall's dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ...
Page 115
... duke of Cornwall was so slain ? Kent . Gent . Who is conductor of his people ? Kent . The bastard son of Gloster . Gent . Most certain , sir . As ' tis said , They say , Edgar , His banished son , is with the earl of Kent In Germany ...
... duke of Cornwall was so slain ? Kent . Gent . Who is conductor of his people ? Kent . The bastard son of Gloster . Gent . Most certain , sir . As ' tis said , They say , Edgar , His banished son , is with the earl of Kent In Germany ...
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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...