The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volym 13Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... hour a constant will to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Burgundy , Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love , Long in our court have made their amorous ...
... hour a constant will to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Burgundy , Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love , Long in our court have made their amorous ...
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... hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all . Edm . Bethink yourself , wherein you may have offended him ; and , at my entreaty , forbear his pre- 1 ...
... hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all . Edm . Bethink yourself , wherein you may have offended him ; and , at my entreaty , forbear his pre- 1 ...
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... hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds : I'll not endure it : On His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not speak with him : say , I am sick ...
... hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds : I'll not endure it : On His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not speak with him : say , I am sick ...
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... hours at the trade . Corn . Speak yet , how grew your quarrel ? Stew . This ancient ruffian , sir , whose life I have spared , At suit of his gray beard , - Kent . Thou whoreson zed ! thou unnecessary letter ! My lord , if you will give ...
... hours at the trade . Corn . Speak yet , how grew your quarrel ? Stew . This ancient ruffian , sir , whose life I have spared , At suit of his gray beard , - Kent . Thou whoreson zed ! thou unnecessary letter ! My lord , if you will give ...
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... hour , his life , With thine , and all that offer to defend him , Stand in assured loss . Take up , take up ; And follow me , that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct . Kent . Oppress'd nature sleeps . This rest might yet ...
... hour , his life , With thine , and all that offer to defend him , Stand in assured loss . Take up , take up ; And follow me , that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct . Kent . Oppress'd nature sleeps . This rest might yet ...
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Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool France FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
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Sida 128 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Sida 75 - 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.
Sida 204 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Sida 27 - 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 between son and father.
Sida 203 - 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...
Sida 28 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behavior,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun. the moon, and the stars...
Sida 127 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Sida 207 - Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say
Sida 211 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow.
Sida 158 - Lear 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.