Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volume 3Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Page 38
... gods , ' tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and such a traitor ! Glo . Naughty lady , These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin , Will quicken , and accuse thee . I am your host : With robbers ...
... gods , ' tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and such a traitor ! Glo . Naughty lady , These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin , Will quicken , and accuse thee . I am your host : With robbers ...
Page 43
... gods , Prosper it with thee ! Go thou further off ; Bid me farewell , and let me hear thee going . Edg . Now fare you well , good sir . Glo . With all my heart . Edg . Why I do trifle thus with his despair , Is done to cure it . O , you ...
... gods , Prosper it with thee ! Go thou further off ; Bid me farewell , and let me hear thee going . Edg . Now fare you well , good sir . Glo . With all my heart . Edg . Why I do trifle thus with his despair , Is done to cure it . O , you ...
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... God's spies : and we'll wear out , In a wall'd prison , packs and sects of great ones , That ebb and flow by the moon . Edm . Take them away . Lear . Upon such sacrifices , my Cordelia , The gods themselves throw incense . Have I caught ...
... God's spies : and we'll wear out , In a wall'd prison , packs and sects of great ones , That ebb and flow by the moon . Edm . Take them away . Lear . Upon such sacrifices , my Cordelia , The gods themselves throw incense . Have I caught ...
Page 51
... gods are just , and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us : The dark and vicious place where thee he got , Cost him his eyes . Edm . Thou hast spoken right , ' tis true ; The wheel is come full circle : I am here . Alb ...
... gods are just , and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us : The dark and vicious place where thee he got , Cost him his eyes . Edm . Thou hast spoken right , ' tis true ; The wheel is come full circle : I am here . Alb ...
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... gods Whisper to me alone ? -Old Lear shall be A king again . Kent . The prince , that like a god has pow'r , has said it . Lear . Cordelia then shall be a queen , mark that ; Cordelia shall be queen : winds , catch the sound , And bear ...
... gods Whisper to me alone ? -Old Lear shall be A king again . Kent . The prince , that like a god has pow'r , has said it . Lear . Cordelia then shall be a queen , mark that ; Cordelia shall be queen : winds , catch the sound , And bear ...
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Page 43 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 31 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 61 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 4 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy ; the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong — Between whose endless jar justice resides — Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power,...
Page 40 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and - as I may say - whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 46 - 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 yon...
Page 22 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak ; — such was the process \— And of the cannibals that each other eat. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 32 - Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 16 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 51 - 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.