The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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... sweet lord , and sister . [ Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUNd . Corn . Edmund , farewell . - Go , seek the traitor Gloster , Pinion him like a thief ; bring him before us . 3 [ Exeunt other Servants . Though well we may not pass upon his life ...
... sweet lord , and sister . [ Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUNd . Corn . Edmund , farewell . - Go , seek the traitor Gloster , Pinion him like a thief ; bring him before us . 3 [ Exeunt other Servants . Though well we may not pass upon his life ...
Page 91
... sweet eyes , they bleed . Glo . Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both stile and gate , horse - way and foot - path . Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits . Bless the good man from the foul fiend ! Five fiends ' have been ...
... sweet eyes , they bleed . Glo . Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both stile and gate , horse - way and foot - path . Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits . Bless the good man from the foul fiend ! Five fiends ' have been ...
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... Sweet marjoram . Lear . Pass . Glo . I know that voice . Lear . Ha ! Goneril ! —with a white beard ! -They flattered me like a dog ; and told me I had white hairs in my beard , ere the black ones were there . To say ay , and no , to ...
... Sweet marjoram . Lear . Pass . Glo . I know that voice . Lear . Ha ! Goneril ! —with a white beard ! -They flattered me like a dog ; and told me I had white hairs in my beard , ere the black ones were there . To say ay , and no , to ...
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... sweet lord , [ To an Officer , who goes out . Reg . Our sister's man is certainly miscarried . Edm . Tis to be doubted , madam . Reg . You know the goodness I intend upon you . Tell me , but truly , -- but then speak the truth , Do you ...
... sweet lord , [ To an Officer , who goes out . Reg . Our sister's man is certainly miscarried . Edm . Tis to be doubted , madam . Reg . You know the goodness I intend upon you . Tell me , but truly , -- but then speak the truth , Do you ...
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... sweet and sorrowful , pure and glow- ing , gentle and impetuous , full of elegiac softness , and tragically over- powering . " PROLOGUE . Two households , both alike in dignity , In fair Verona , where we lay our scene , From ancient ...
... sweet and sorrowful , pure and glow- ing , gentle and impetuous , full of elegiac softness , and tragically over- powering . " PROLOGUE . Two households , both alike in dignity , In fair Verona , where we lay our scene , From ancient ...
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Page 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Page 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 331 - 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 72 - 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 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 349 - 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 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...