Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... doth he of himself know them for aught , Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended . ' [ i . e . displayed at length . ] 4 I do not ( says Steevens ) understand what can be meant by Against the Romans , with ...
... doth he of himself know them for aught , Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended . ' [ i . e . displayed at length . ] 4 I do not ( says Steevens ) understand what can be meant by Against the Romans , with ...
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... doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's ; Who to my father was a friend , to me Known but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll ...
... doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's ; Who to my father was a friend , to me Known but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll ...
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... doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ( Unless thou think'st me devilish ) , is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions1 ? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as ...
... doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ( Unless thou think'st me devilish ) , is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions1 ? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as ...
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... doth think she has Strange lingering poisons : I do know her spirit , And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature : Those , she has , Will stupify and dull the sense awhile : Which first , perchance , she'll ...
... doth think she has Strange lingering poisons : I do know her spirit , And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature : Those , she has , Will stupify and dull the sense awhile : Which first , perchance , she'll ...
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... doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery 12 2 Would make the great'st king double ! to be part- ner'd 13 2 With tomboys , hir'd with that self - exhibition Which your own ...
... doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery 12 2 Would make the great'st king double ! to be part- ner'd 13 2 With tomboys , hir'd with that self - exhibition Which your own ...
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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!