Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... means do you make to him ? Post . Not any ; but abide the change of time ; Quake in the present winter's state , and wish That warmer days would come : In these fear'd hopes , I barely gratify your love ; they failing , I must die much ...
... means do you make to him ? Post . Not any ; but abide the change of time ; Quake in the present winter's state , and wish That warmer days would come : In these fear'd hopes , I barely gratify your love ; they failing , I must die much ...
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... Means to keep at the extremity of defiance . Combat à outrance is a desperate fight , that must con , clude with the life of one of the combatants . 3 I am perfect , ] I am well informed , in our salt - water girdle : if you beat ...
... Means to keep at the extremity of defiance . Combat à outrance is a desperate fight , that must con , clude with the life of one of the combatants . 3 I am perfect , ] I am well informed , in our salt - water girdle : if you beat ...
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... means , here , a con- federate , or accomplice . 8 I am ignorant in what I am commanded . ] i.e. I am unpractised in the arts of murder . 9 For it doth physick love ; ] That is , grief for absence keeps love in health and vigour . will ...
... means , here , a con- federate , or accomplice . 8 I am ignorant in what I am commanded . ] i.e. I am unpractised in the arts of murder . 9 For it doth physick love ; ] That is , grief for absence keeps love in health and vigour . will ...
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... : ] To hang by the walls , does not mean , to be converted into hangings for a room , but to be hung up , as useless among the neglected contents of a wardrobe . VOL . VIII . F Were , in his time , thought false : and CYMBELINE . 65.
... : ] To hang by the walls , does not mean , to be converted into hangings for a room , but to be hung up , as useless among the neglected contents of a wardrobe . VOL . VIII . F Were , in his time , thought false : and CYMBELINE . 65.
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... means ! Though peril to my modesty , not death on't , I would adventure . Pis . Well then , here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; fear , and niceness , ( The handmaids of all women , or ...
... means ! Though peril to my modesty , not death on't , I would adventure . Pis . Well then , here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; fear , and niceness , ( The handmaids of all women , or ...
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Page 410 - 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 358 - 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...
Page 440 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy '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 400 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 405 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;° why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man...
Page 95 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 372 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Page 401 - 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 357 - 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...
Page 444 - Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die : die for adultery ! No : The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive ; for Gloster's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers. — Behold yond...