The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volym 9 |
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... Post . I will from hence to - day . Queen . Please your highness , You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections : though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Imo ...
... Post . I will from hence to - day . Queen . Please your highness , You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections : though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Imo ...
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... Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one ...
... Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one ...
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... Post . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post ...
... Post . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post ...
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... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone6 my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone6 my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
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... Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my mind . Iach . You must not so far prefer her ' fore ours of Italy . Post . Being so far provoked as I was in France , I would abate her nothing ; though I profess my- self her adorer , not ...
... Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my mind . Iach . You must not so far prefer her ' fore ours of Italy . Post . Being so far provoked as I was in France , I would abate her nothing ; though I profess my- self her adorer , not ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Sida 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. 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 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Sida 505 - 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!
Sida 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Sida 433 - 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 375 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Sida 374 - 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 'twixt son and father.
Sida 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations 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 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Sida 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?