The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 8G. Bell, 1875 |
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... Corn . Is he pursued ? Glo . Ay , my good lord . Corn . If he be taken , he shall never more Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . - For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this ...
... Corn . Is he pursued ? Glo . Ay , my good lord . Corn . If he be taken , he shall never more Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . - For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this ...
Page 373
... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
Page 374
... Corn . Peace , sirrah ! You beastly knave , know you no reverence ? Kent . Yes , sir ; but anger hath a privilege . Corn . Why art thou angry ? Kent . That such a slave as this should wear a sword , Who wears no honesty . Such smiling ...
... Corn . Peace , sirrah ! You beastly knave , know you no reverence ? Kent . Yes , sir ; but anger hath a privilege . Corn . Why art thou angry ? Kent . That such a slave as this should wear a sword , Who wears no honesty . Such smiling ...
Page 375
... Corn . What , art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . Say that . How fell you out ? Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave 19 . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What is his fault 20 ? Kent . His countenance ...
... Corn . What , art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . Say that . How fell you out ? Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave 19 . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What is his fault 20 ? Kent . His countenance ...
Page 376
... Corn . What mean'st by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you discom- mend so much . I know , sir , I am no flatterer : he that beguiled you , in a plain accent , was a plain knave ; which , for my part , I will not be ...
... Corn . What mean'st by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you discom- mend so much . I know , sir , I am no flatterer : he that beguiled you , in a plain accent , was a plain knave ; which , for my part , I will not be ...
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Banquo blood called Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark devil dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance folio reads Fool Gent gentleman Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give Gloster Goneril grace grief Guil Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Holinshed honour Horatio is't Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malone means murder nature night noble old copy reads omitted Ophelia Othello passage play poet poison'd POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1603 quartos read Queen Regan Rosse SCENE sense Shakespeare signifies sister sleep soul speak speech spirit Steevens Stew sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thought villain Winter's Tale Witch word
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Page 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 229 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law : but 'tis not so above ; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 234 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 209 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 134 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of...
Page 251 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 211 - 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.
Page 209 - ... accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 153 - Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Page 322 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.