The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volym 9 |
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... Exeunt . Enter the Queen , POSTHUMUS , and IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - eyed unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you ...
... Exeunt . Enter the Queen , POSTHUMUS , and IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - eyed unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you ...
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... Exeunt . About some half hour hence , SCENE III . A public Place . Enter CLOTEN , and Two Lords . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to take a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : Where air comes out , air ...
... Exeunt . About some half hour hence , SCENE III . A public Place . Enter CLOTEN , and Two Lords . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to take a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : Where air comes out , air ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE IV . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , 12Her beauty and her sense are not equal . To understand the force of this idea , it should be ...
... Exeunt . SCENE IV . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , 12Her beauty and her sense are not equal . To understand the force of this idea , it should be ...
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... Exeunt PosT . and IACH . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phi . Signior lachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Britain . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter Queen , Ladies , and CORNELIUS ...
... Exeunt PosT . and IACH . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phi . Signior lachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Britain . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter Queen , Ladies , and CORNELIUS ...
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... Exeunt Ladies . Now , master doctor ; have you brought those drugs ? Cor . Pleaseth your highness , ay : here they are , [ Presenting a small Box . But I beseech your grace ( without offence : My conscience bids me ask ) ; wherefore you ...
... Exeunt Ladies . Now , master doctor ; have you brought those drugs ? Cor . Pleaseth your highness , ay : here they are , [ Presenting a small Box . But I beseech your grace ( without offence : My conscience bids me ask ) ; wherefore you ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Sida 485 - 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.
Sida 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Sida 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Sida 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Sida 433 - 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.
Sida 375 - 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...
Sida 374 - 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 'twixt son and father.
Sida 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations 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.
Sida 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Sida 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?