The Works of Shakespear: King Lear. Timon of Athens. Titus Andronicus. MacbethRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Sida 79
... dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put out The other eye of Glofter . Alb . Glofter's eyes ! Mef . A fervant , that he bred , thrill'd with remorfe , Oppos'd against the act ; bending his sword To his great mafter : who , thereat ...
... dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put out The other eye of Glofter . Alb . Glofter's eyes ! Mef . A fervant , that he bred , thrill'd with remorfe , Oppos'd against the act ; bending his sword To his great mafter : who , thereat ...
Sida 84
... dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd , And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's : you may gather more : If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; And when your Mistress hears thus much from you , Ι pray , defire her ...
... dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd , And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's : you may gather more : If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; And when your Mistress hears thus much from you , Ι pray , defire her ...
Sida 86
... dead ? Hoa , you , hear you , friend ! Sir ! Sir ! fpeak ! Thus might he pass , indeed — yet he revives . What are you , Sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Had'ft thou been aught but Gofs'mer , fea- thers , air , So many fathom ...
... dead ? Hoa , you , hear you , friend ! Sir ! Sir ! fpeak ! Thus might he pass , indeed — yet he revives . What are you , Sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Had'ft thou been aught but Gofs'mer , fea- thers , air , So many fathom ...
Sida 93
... dead ? Edg . Sit you down , father : reft you . Let's fee thefe pockets ; the letters , that he speaks of , May be my friends : he's dead ; I'm only forry , He had no other death's - man . Let us fee- By your leave , gentle wax us not ...
... dead ? Edg . Sit you down , father : reft you . Let's fee thefe pockets ; the letters , that he speaks of , May be my friends : he's dead ; I'm only forry , He had no other death's - man . Let us fee- By your leave , gentle wax us not ...
Sida 108
... dead.- - Alb . Who's dead ? fpeak , man . Gent . Your lady , Sir , your lady ; and her sister By her is poifon'd ; fhe confeffes it . Edm I was contracted to them both ; all three Now marry in an inftant . Edg . Here comes Kent . Enter ...
... dead.- - Alb . Who's dead ? fpeak , man . Gent . Your lady , Sir , your lady ; and her sister By her is poifon'd ; fhe confeffes it . Edm I was contracted to them both ; all three Now marry in an inftant . Edg . Here comes Kent . Enter ...
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againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Baffianus Banquo blood Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou doth Edmund Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fear fhall fhalt fhew fhould fifter flain Flav Fleance fleep fome fons Fool forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Gent Glo'fter Gods Goths hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th itſelf juftice Kent King Lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam mafter Marcus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble o'th pleaſe pleaſure poor pray prefent reafon Roffe Rome Saturninus ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Stew Tamora Thane thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe villain whofe Whoſe Witch
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Sida 300 - 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 280 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Sida 311 - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Sida 96 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Sida 89 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Sida 294 - He is about it: The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Sida 8 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
Sida 63 - Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Sida 101 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Sida 53 - 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.