The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearEstes and Lauriat, 1883 - English drama |
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... never think at all save when others are speaking of it . And the reason seems to be , partly because she wears it so unconciously herself , partly because , when she is before us , the radiance of her person is quenched in that of her ...
... never think at all save when others are speaking of it . And the reason seems to be , partly because she wears it so unconciously herself , partly because , when she is before us , the radiance of her person is quenched in that of her ...
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... Never too Late , 1599 : " If the king smiled , every one in court was in his jollitie ; if he frowned , their plumes fell like peacock's feathers ; so that their outward presence depended on his inward passions . " Bloods was often used ...
... Never too Late , 1599 : " If the king smiled , every one in court was in his jollitie ; if he frowned , their plumes fell like peacock's feathers ; so that their outward presence depended on his inward passions . " Bloods was often used ...
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... never do him wrong , Post . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave Adieu ! As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow . Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were ...
... never do him wrong , Post . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave Adieu ! As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow . Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were ...
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... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one , An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home : he furnaces ' spent in trying to explain the meaning of vomit emptiness , this be ing a somewhat ...
... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one , An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home : he furnaces ' spent in trying to explain the meaning of vomit emptiness , this be ing a somewhat ...
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... never Vexed : " This city bowler has kiss'd the mistress at the first cust . " The jack was also called mistress . The same quibble occurs in As You Like It : " Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank . Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . " H ...
... never Vexed : " This city bowler has kiss'd the mistress at the first cust . " The jack was also called mistress . The same quibble occurs in As You Like It : " Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank . Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . " H ...
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Page 562 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 488 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 556 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Page 555 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: — Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 434 - 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...
Page 556 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 540 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Page 90 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 124 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 493 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man ! 9 Fool.