The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Volym 7 |
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Sida 117
... Stew . Ay , Madam . Gon . By day and night he wrongs me . Every hour He flashes into one grofs crime or other , That fets us all at odds ; I'll not endure it . His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On ev'ry trifle . When he ...
... Stew . Ay , Madam . Gon . By day and night he wrongs me . Every hour He flashes into one grofs crime or other , That fets us all at odds ; I'll not endure it . His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On ev'ry trifle . When he ...
Sida 119
... Stew . So please you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back.- Where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's afleep . How now ? where's that mun- grel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter is not ...
... Stew . So please you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back.- Where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's afleep . How now ? where's that mun- grel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter is not ...
Sida 120
... Stew . My Lady's father . Lear . My Lady's father ? my Lord's knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him .
... Stew . My Lady's father . Lear . My Lady's father ? my Lord's knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him .
Sida 128
... Stew . Av , Madam Gon Take you fome company , and away to horfe : - Inform her full of my particular fear , And thereto add fuch reafons of your own As may compact it more . So , get you gone , And haften your return ... No , no , my ...
... Stew . Av , Madam Gon Take you fome company , and away to horfe : - Inform her full of my particular fear , And thereto add fuch reafons of your own As may compact it more . So , get you gone , And haften your return ... No , no , my ...
Sida 134
... Stew . Good dawning to thee , friend . Art of this houfe ? Kent . Ay . Stew . Where may we fet our horfes ? Kent . I ' th ' mire . Stew . Prythee , if thou lov'ft me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why then I care not for ...
... Stew . Good dawning to thee , friend . Art of this houfe ? Kent . Ay . Stew . Where may we fet our horfes ? Kent . I ' th ' mire . Stew . Prythee , if thou lov'ft me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why then I care not for ...
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againſt Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens beſt better buſineſs Cardinal caufe Cham confcience Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou Duke Duke of Cornwall Duke of Norfolk Edmund elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fent fervant fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter Flav flave fome Fool foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gent give Glo'fter Glou Gods Gonerill Grace hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe Johnſon Kent King knave Lady Lear Lord Lord Chamberlain Lucullus Madam mafter moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon Phrynia pleaſe pleaſure poor Pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen reafon Regan SCENE Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate Stew thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon uſe Warburton whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
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Sida 186 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Sida 104 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation 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 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Sida 149 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Sida 154 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Sida 65 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sida 149 - 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.
Sida 66 - ... happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has...
Sida 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Sida 126 - Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!