The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volumul 13Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Pagina 16
... leave her ? Bur . Pardon me , royal sir ; 3 Election makes not up3 on such conditions . Lear . Then leave her , sir ; for , by the power made me , I tell you all her wealth . - For you , great king , that [ to France . I would not from ...
... leave her ? Bur . Pardon me , royal sir ; 3 Election makes not up3 on such conditions . Lear . Then leave her , sir ; for , by the power made me , I tell you all her wealth . - For you , great king , that [ to France . I would not from ...
Pagina 18
... leaves the history unspoke , That it intends to do ? -My lord of Burgundy , What say you to the lady ? Love is not love , When it is mingled with respects , that stand Aloof from the intire point . Will you have her ? She is herself a ...
... leaves the history unspoke , That it intends to do ? -My lord of Burgundy , What say you to the lady ? Love is not love , When it is mingled with respects , that stand Aloof from the intire point . Will you have her ? She is herself a ...
Pagina 21
... leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call Your faults as they are named . Use well our father : To your professed bosoms I commit him : But yet , alas ! stood I within his grace , I would prefer ...
... leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call Your faults as they are named . Use well our father : To your professed bosoms I commit him : But yet , alas ! stood I within his grace , I would prefer ...
Pagina 22
... compliment of leave - taking between France and him . Pray you , let us hit together : if our father carry authority with such ' Qualities of mind . dispositions as he bears , this last surrender of his 22 ACT 1 . KING LEAR .
... compliment of leave - taking between France and him . Pray you , let us hit together : if our father carry authority with such ' Qualities of mind . dispositions as he bears , this last surrender of his 22 ACT 1 . KING LEAR .
Pagina 37
... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep in - a - door , And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score . ' Lear . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then ' tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer ; you gave me nothing for ' t : can you ...
... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep in - a - door , And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score . ' Lear . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then ' tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer ; you gave me nothing for ' t : can you ...
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Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool France FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
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Pagina 128 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Pagina 75 - 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.
Pagina 204 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pagina 27 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Pagina 203 - 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...
Pagina 28 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behavior,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun. the moon, and the stars...
Pagina 127 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Pagina 207 - Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say
Pagina 211 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow.
Pagina 158 - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never.