King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Sida 43
... Serv . ] By no means , -what ? Edm . Persuade me to the murder of your lordship ; But that I told him , the revenging gods ' Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend ; Spoke , with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound ...
... Serv . ] By no means , -what ? Edm . Persuade me to the murder of your lordship ; But that I told him , the revenging gods ' Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend ; Spoke , with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound ...
Sida 87
... Serv . Hold your hand , my lord I have served you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . Reg . How now , you dog ? Serv . If you did wear a beard upon your chin , I'd shake it on ...
... Serv . Hold your hand , my lord I have served you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . Reg . How now , you dog ? Serv . If you did wear a beard upon your chin , I'd shake it on ...
Sida 88
... Serv . O , I am slain ! -My lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him . - O ! [ Dies . Corn . Lest it ... Serv . I'll never care what wickedness I do , If this man comes to good . 2 Serv . If she live long , 1 Requite . 2 ...
... Serv . O , I am slain ! -My lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him . - O ! [ Dies . Corn . Lest it ... Serv . I'll never care what wickedness I do , If this man comes to good . 2 Serv . If she live long , 1 Requite . 2 ...
Sida 89
... Serv . Let's follow the old earl , and get the bed- lam To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing . 2 Serv . Go thou ; I'll fetch some flax , and whites of eggs , To apply to his bleeding face . him ...
... Serv . Let's follow the old earl , and get the bed- lam To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing . 2 Serv . Go thou ; I'll fetch some flax , and whites of eggs , To apply to his bleeding face . him ...
Sida 151
... Serv . Find them out , whose names are written here ? 1 It is written - that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find ...
... Serv . Find them out , whose names are written here ? 1 It is written - that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find ...
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Sida 308 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Sida 314 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Sida 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Sida 20 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? 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?
Sida 115 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Sida 278 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Sida 335 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 24 - ... 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Sida 316 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.
Sida 173 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.