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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... seems to establish that it had not been published before that time . Besides , it varies from Boccaccio's tale in some points wherein the tragedy agrees with it , as in making the villain conceal himself under the lady's bed , instead ...
... seems to establish that it had not been published before that time . Besides , it varies from Boccaccio's tale in some points wherein the tragedy agrees with it , as in making the villain conceal himself under the lady's bed , instead ...
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... seems to have infused its spirit into the other parts . the persons are equally set in their respective courses ; the Queen in her intriguing malignity , the King in his self - blinded dotage , Cloten in urging on his love - suit ...
... seems to have infused its spirit into the other parts . the persons are equally set in their respective courses ; the Queen in her intriguing malignity , the King in his self - blinded dotage , Cloten in urging on his love - suit ...
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... 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 mind and character ; she so fills the inner eye , that what touches the ...
... 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 mind and character ; she so fills the inner eye , that what touches the ...
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... seems a nhingement , disorder , and jumble , full of unaccountable Jerks a twitches : the several parts of him hold no mutual in- tercourse or intelligence , but appear set at incurable odds one with another each having a will and a way ...
... seems a nhingement , disorder , and jumble , full of unaccountable Jerks a twitches : the several parts of him hold no mutual in- tercourse or intelligence , but appear set at incurable odds one with another each having a will and a way ...
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... seems to live and breathe purely for others . And what shrewdness , what forecast , what fertility of beneficence there is in him ! His character is lifted into the highest region of poetry by his oblivion of self ; and even those whom ...
... seems to live and breathe purely for others . And what shrewdness , what forecast , what fertility of beneficence there is in him ! His character is lifted into the highest region of poetry by his oblivion of self ; and even those whom ...
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Andronicus Bawd better Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent king King Lear lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina means mistress Mitylene nature never night noble o'the old copies Pericles Pisanio play Poet's poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre quartos queen Regan Roman Rome Saturnine SCENE second folio Shakespeare speak speech Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain word
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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.