The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volumul 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Pagina 43
... honour , there shall he sit till noon . Reg . Till noon ! till night , my lord ; and all night too . Kent . Why , madam , if I were your father's dog , You should not use me so . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks brought ...
... honour , there shall he sit till noon . Reg . Till noon ! till night , my lord ; and all night too . Kent . Why , madam , if I were your father's dog , You should not use me so . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks brought ...
Pagina 81
... honour from thy suffering ; that not know'st , Fools do those villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy drum ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land : With plumed helm thy slayer begins ...
... honour from thy suffering ; that not know'st , Fools do those villains pity , who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief . Where's thy drum ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land : With plumed helm thy slayer begins ...
Pagina 101
... honour'd love . 1 Reg . But have you never found my brother's way To the forefended2 place ? Edm . That thought abuses3 you . Reg . I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosom'd with her , as far as we call hers . Edm . No , by ...
... honour'd love . 1 Reg . But have you never found my brother's way To the forefended2 place ? Edm . That thought abuses3 you . Reg . I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosom'd with her , as far as we call hers . Edm . No , by ...
Pagina 107
... traitor , villain - like he lies : Call by thy trumpet : he that dares approach , On him , on you , ( who not ? ) I will maintain My truth and honour firmly . ( 1 ) The hindrance . Alb . A herald , ho ! Edm . A Scene III . 107 KING LEAR .
... traitor , villain - like he lies : Call by thy trumpet : he that dares approach , On him , on you , ( who not ? ) I will maintain My truth and honour firmly . ( 1 ) The hindrance . Alb . A herald , ho ! Edm . A Scene III . 107 KING LEAR .
Pagina 138
... honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made ...
... honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made ...
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Pagina 341 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pagina 187 - 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.
Pagina 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Pagina 19 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Pagina 273 - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Pagina 281 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 406 - 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, Oth.
Pagina 8 - 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.
Pagina 279 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Pagina 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.