The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 9Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glou . My lord of Kent : remember him here- after as my honourable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and sue to know you 30 better . Edm . Sir , I ...
... noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glou . My lord of Kent : remember him here- after as my honourable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and sue to know you 30 better . Edm . Sir , I ...
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... noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter : what , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? Bur . Most ...
... noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter : what , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? Bur . Most ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Right noble Burgundy , Nor will you tender less . Lear . When she was dear to us , we did hold her so ; But now her price is fall'n . Sir , there she stands : 200 If aught within that little ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Right noble Burgundy , Nor will you tender less . Lear . When she was dear to us , we did hold her so ; But now her price is fall'n . Sir , there she stands : 200 If aught within that little ...
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... noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt all but France , Goneril , Regan , and Cordelia . France . Bid farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And like a ...
... noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt all but France , Goneril , Regan , and Cordelia . France . Bid farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And like a ...
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... noble and true - hearted Kent banished his offence , honesty ! ' Tis strange . [ Exit . Edm . 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 ...
... noble and true - hearted Kent banished his offence , honesty ! ' Tis strange . [ Exit . Edm . 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 ...
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Page 177 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 206 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Page 187 - Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry ' Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep ' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? 40 Macb. Still it cried ' Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more : Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Page 176 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 180 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 127 - 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 299 - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Page 88 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Page 19 - Tell me, my daughters Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state,— Which of you shall we say doth love us most ( That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.— Goneril, . Our eldest-born, speak first.
Page 298 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...