The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 9F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... give offence to . Clo . No , I know that : but it is fit , I should com- mit offence to my inferiors . 2 Lord . Ay , it is fit for your lordship only . Clo . Why , so I say . 1 Lord . Did you hear of a stranger , that's come to court to ...
... give offence to . Clo . No , I know that : but it is fit , I should com- mit offence to my inferiors . 2 Lord . Ay , it is fit for your lordship only . Clo . Why , so I say . 1 Lord . Did you hear of a stranger , that's come to court to ...
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... musick would come : I am ad- you dragons of the night ! ] The task of drawing the chariot of night was assigned to dragons , on account of their sup- posed watchfulness . vised to give her musick o ' mornings ; they 38 CYMBELINE .
... musick would come : I am ad- you dragons of the night ! ] The task of drawing the chariot of night was assigned to dragons , on account of their sup- posed watchfulness . vised to give her musick o ' mornings ; they 38 CYMBELINE .
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... give her musick o ' mornings ; they say , it will penetrate . Enter Musicians . Come on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with your fingering , so ; we'll try with tongue too : if none will do , let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er ...
... give her musick o ' mornings ; they say , it will penetrate . Enter Musicians . Come on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with your fingering , so ; we'll try with tongue too : if none will do , let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er ...
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... give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear , I love you . Imo . If you but said so , ' twere as deep with me : If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not ...
... give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear , I love you . Imo . If you but said so , ' twere as deep with me : If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not ...
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... give me leave to spare , when you shall find You need it not . Post . Iach . Proceed . First , her bed - chamber , ( Where , I confess , I slept not ; but , profess , Had that was well worth watching , ) It was hang'd With tapestry of ...
... give me leave to spare , when you shall find You need it not . Post . Iach . Proceed . First , her bed - chamber , ( Where , I confess , I slept not ; but , profess , Had that was well worth watching , ) It was hang'd With tapestry of ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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Page 408 - 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?
Page 451 - 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 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Page 398 - 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 356 - 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 whore-master man, to...
Page 457 - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, 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 upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies : and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,...
Page 65 - 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 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway 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 138 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till pity's self be dead.
Page 410 - 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 of us 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.