Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentleman , Musicians , Officers , Captains , Soldiers ...
... Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentleman , Musicians , Officers , Captains , Soldiers ...
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... daughter , and the heir of his king- dom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son ( a widow That late he married ) , hath referr'd herself Our bloods [ i . e . our dispositions or temperaments ] are not more regulated by the heavens ...
... daughter , and the heir of his king- dom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son ( a widow That late he married ) , hath referr'd herself Our bloods [ i . e . our dispositions or temperaments ] are not more regulated by the heavens ...
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... daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Cym . Re - enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! - [ To the Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen ...
... daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Cym . Re - enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! - [ To the Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen ...
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... daughter whom He not respects at all . - What ho , Pisanio ! - Iach . O happy Leonatus ! I may say ; The credit , that thy lady hath of thee , Deserves thy trust ; and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit ! -Blessed live you ...
... daughter whom He not respects at all . - What ho , Pisanio ! - Iach . O happy Leonatus ! I may say ; The credit , that thy lady hath of thee , Deserves thy trust ; and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit ! -Blessed live you ...
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... daughter : Frame yourself To orderly solicits ; and be friended With aptness of the season * : make denials Increase your services : so seem , as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her ; that you in all obey her ...
... daughter : Frame yourself To orderly solicits ; and be friended With aptness of the season * : make denials Increase your services : so seem , as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her ; that you in all obey her ...
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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 Iachimo Imogen Kent 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 quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Page 105 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 545 - Lear. 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 ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 545 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 463 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 57 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 521 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 103 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 399 - 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Page 504 - 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...
Page 522 - 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. Cor. And so I am! I am!