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Pagina 13
... gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon : Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to your fifters . Cor . Ye jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what ...
... gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon : Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to your fifters . Cor . Ye jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what ...
Pagina 15
... gone to night ! fubfcrib'd his pow'r ! Confin'd to exhibition ! all is gone Upon the gad ! Edmund , how now ? what news ? Edm . So please your lordship , none .. [ Putting up the letter . Glo . Why fo earnestly feek you to put up that ...
... gone to night ! fubfcrib'd his pow'r ! Confin'd to exhibition ! all is gone Upon the gad ! Edmund , how now ? what news ? Edm . So please your lordship , none .. [ Putting up the letter . Glo . Why fo earnestly feek you to put up that ...
Pagina 18
... gone by . Edm . Spake you with him ? Edg . Ay , two hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms , found you no dif pleasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all , Edm . Bethink your felf , wherein you have offended ...
... gone by . Edm . Spake you with him ? Edg . Ay , two hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms , found you no dif pleasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all , Edm . Bethink your felf , wherein you have offended ...
Pagina 29
... gone , And haften your return . No , no , my lord , [ Exit Steward . This milky gentleness and courfe of yours , Though I condemn it not , yet , under pardon , You You are much more at task for want of wifdom B 3 King 29 LEAR . I have ...
... gone , And haften your return . No , no , my lord , [ Exit Steward . This milky gentleness and courfe of yours , Though I condemn it not , yet , under pardon , You You are much more at task for want of wifdom B 3 King 29 LEAR . I have ...
Pagina 31
... gone about ' em ; the reafon , why the feven stars are no more than feven , is a pretty reason . Lear . Because they are not eight . Fool . Yes , indeed ; thou wouldst make a good fool . Lear . To take't again perforce ! monfter ingra ...
... gone about ' em ; the reafon , why the feven stars are no more than feven , is a pretty reason . Lear . Because they are not eight . Fool . Yes , indeed ; thou wouldst make a good fool . Lear . To take't again perforce ! monfter ingra ...
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Pagina 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pagina 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Pagina 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Pagina 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Pagina 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Pagina 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Pagina 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pagina 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Pagina 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pagina 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.