The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 9 |
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Enter CYMBELIne and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post .
Enter CYMBELIne and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post .
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Imo . Sir , It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow ; and he is А any woman ; overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . Cym . What ! -art thou mad ! Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me !
Imo . Sir , It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow ; and he is А any woman ; overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . Cym . What ! -art thou mad ! Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me !
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Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he ...
Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he ...
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Wert thou the son of Jupiter , and no more , But what thou art , besides , thou wert too base To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues , to be styl'd The ...
Wert thou the son of Jupiter , and no more , But what thou art , besides , thou wert too base To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues , to be styl'd The ...
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Thou art welcome , Caius . Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance ; 7 I am perfect , 8 That the Pannonians and ...
Thou art welcome , Caius . Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance ; 7 I am perfect , 8 That the Pannonians and ...
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Page 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 445 - 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 402 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 337 - 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.
Page 349 - ... 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 lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Page 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Page 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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...
Page 444 - 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 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Page 445 - 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.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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