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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His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes : not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . My queen ! my mistress !
His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes : not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . My queen ! my mistress !
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... be true ( As I have such a heart , that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse ) , if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? Iach . Should he make me Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets ; Whiles he is vaulting variable ...
... be true ( As I have such a heart , that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse ) , if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? Iach . Should he make me Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets ; Whiles he is vaulting variable ...
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Blessed live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir , that ever Country callid his ! and you his mistress , only For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted ...
Blessed live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir , that ever Country callid his ! and you his mistress , only For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted ...
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How live ? Or in my life what comfort , when I am Dead to my husband ? Pis . If you'll back to the court , Imo . No court , no father ; nor no more ado With that harsh , noble , simple , nothing13 : That Cloten , whose love - suit hath ...
How live ? Or in my life what comfort , when I am Dead to my husband ? Pis . If you'll back to the court , Imo . No court , no father ; nor no more ado With that harsh , noble , simple , nothing13 : That Cloten , whose love - suit hath ...
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Pr'ythee , fair youth , Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in . Well encounter'd ! ' Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer Ere you depart ; and thanks , to stay and eat it .
Pr'ythee , fair youth , Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in . Well encounter'd ! ' Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer Ere you depart ; and thanks , to stay and eat it .
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Andronicus appears arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother child comes court daughter dead death doth Enter Exeunt eyes face fair father fear folio Fool fortune Gent give gods grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven honour I'll Italy keep Kent kind king lady Lear leave live look lord Lucius madam master means mind mistress mother nature never night noble old copy passage Pericles play poor Post pray present prince quartos queen Roman Rome SCENE seems sense Shakspeare sons speak speech stand Steevens sweet tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought Titus true villain wind
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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?
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| Titel | 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 The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Författare | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktör | Samuel Weller Singer |
| Utgåva | 2 |
| Publicerad 18055Illustrerad av | 1843 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 20 sep 2007 |
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