The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumul 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Pagina 119
... daughter ? Enter Steward . Stew . So pleafe you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? call the clod- pole back where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's afleep : how now ? where's that mungrel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord ...
... daughter ? Enter Steward . Stew . So pleafe you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? call the clod- pole back where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's afleep : how now ? where's that mungrel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord ...
Pagina 120
... daughter . Lear . Ha ! fay'st thou so ? Knight . I befeech you , pardon me , my Lord , if I be mistaken ; for my duty cannot be filent , when I think your Highness is wronged . Lear . Thou but remembereft me of my own conception . I ...
... daughter . Lear . Ha ! fay'st thou so ? Knight . I befeech you , pardon me , my Lord , if I be mistaken ; for my duty cannot be filent , when I think your Highness is wronged . Lear . Thou but remembereft me of my own conception . I ...
Pagina 121
... daughters , and did the third a bletting against his will ; if thou follow him , thou must needs wear my coxcomb . How now , nuncle ? would I had two coxcombs , and two daughters . Lear . Why , my boy ? Fool . If I give them all my ...
... daughters , and did the third a bletting against his will ; if thou follow him , thou must needs wear my coxcomb . How now , nuncle ? would I had two coxcombs , and two daughters . Lear . Why , my boy ? Fool . If I give them all my ...
Pagina 123
... daughters thy mothers ; for when thou gaveft them the rod , and putteft down thine own breeches , Then they for fudden joy did weep , [ Singing . And I for forrow fung ; That fuch a King fhould play bo - peep , And the fools among . go ...
... daughters thy mothers ; for when thou gaveft them the rod , and putteft down thine own breeches , Then they for fudden joy did weep , [ Singing . And I for forrow fung ; That fuch a King fhould play bo - peep , And the fools among . go ...
Pagina 124
... daughter , what makes that frontlet on ? you are too much of late i ' th ' frown . Fool . Thou waft a pretty fellow when thou hadit no need to care for her frowning ; now thou art an O without a figure ; I am better than thou art now ...
... daughter , what makes that frontlet on ? you are too much of late i ' th ' frown . Fool . Thou waft a pretty fellow when thou hadit no need to care for her frowning ; now thou art an O without a figure ; I am better than thou art now ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1772 |
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Pagina 7 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Pagina 287 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Pagina 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Pagina 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.