The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 13G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... , Shall be the duty of a child , And that is all I'll show . And wilt thou show no more , quoth he , Than doth thy duty bind ? I well perceive thy love is small , When as no more I find : Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no 8.
... , Shall be the duty of a child , And that is all I'll show . And wilt thou show no more , quoth he , Than doth thy duty bind ? I well perceive thy love is small , When as no more I find : Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no 8.
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no child of mine ; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine . Thy elder sisters ' loves are more Than well I can demand ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no child of mine ; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine . Thy elder sisters ' loves are more Than well I can demand ...
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... art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is ... thou Hadst not been born , than 24 KING LEAR .
... art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is ... thou Hadst not been born , than 24 KING LEAR .
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... art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most lov'd , despis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be it lawful , I take up what's cast away . Gods , gods ! ' tis strange , that from their cold'st neglect My love ...
... art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most lov'd , despis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be it lawful , I take up what's cast away . Gods , gods ! ' tis strange , that from their cold'st neglect My love ...
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... 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 13 of nations to deprive me , For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon- shines Lag of a ...
... 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 13 of nations to deprive me , For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon- shines Lag of a ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman give gleek Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour i'the JOHNSON Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave Lady CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'the Paris poor pray Prince Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Servants Shakspeare sirrah sister slain speak stand stay STEEVENS Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt vex'd villain WARBURTON weep word
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Sida 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Sida 76 - 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 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Sida 224 - 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 wond'ring 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 87 - 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 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Sida 77 - Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall— I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Sida 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Sida 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Sida 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.