The Works of Shakespeare, Volym 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Sida 13
... Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to your fifters . Cor . Ye jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what you are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd ...
... Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to your fifters . Cor . Ye jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what you are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd ...
Sida 14
... Exeunt . SCENE changes to a Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fter . Edm . Enter EDMUND , with a Letter . THou , Nature , art my Goddess ; to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore should I Stand in the plague of cuftom , and ...
... Exeunt . SCENE changes to a Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fter . Edm . Enter EDMUND , with a Letter . THou , Nature , art my Goddess ; to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore should I Stand in the plague of cuftom , and ...
Sida 20
... Exeunt . SCENE changes to an open Place before the Palace . Kent , Enter Kent difguis'd . F but as well I other accents borrow , IA And can my speech diffufe , my good intent May carry thro ' it felf to that full iffue , For which I raz ...
... Exeunt . SCENE changes to an open Place before the Palace . Kent , Enter Kent difguis'd . F but as well I other accents borrow , IA And can my speech diffufe , my good intent May carry thro ' it felf to that full iffue , For which I raz ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE , a Court - Yard belonging to the Duke of Albany's Palace . Re - enter Lear , Kent , Gentleman and Fool . Lear . O for acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know , than comes from her demand out of the letter ...
... Exeunt . SCENE , a Court - Yard belonging to the Duke of Albany's Palace . Re - enter Lear , Kent , Gentleman and Fool . Lear . O for acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know , than comes from her demand out of the letter ...
Sida 41
... Exeunt Regan and Cornwall . Glo I'm forry for thee , friend ; ' tis the Duke's pleafure , Whofe difpofition , all the world well knows , Will not be rubb'd nor ftop'd . I'll intreat for thee . Kent . Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd ...
... Exeunt Regan and Cornwall . Glo I'm forry for thee , friend ; ' tis the Duke's pleafure , Whofe difpofition , all the world well knows , Will not be rubb'd nor ftop'd . I'll intreat for thee . Kent . Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd ...
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Sida 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Sida 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Sida 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Sida 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Sida 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Sida 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Sida 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Sida 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Sida 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Sida 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.