The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8Dove, 1830 |
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... death . - Our son of Cornwall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant willh to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Bur- Great ...
... death . - Our son of Cornwall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant willh to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Bur- Great ...
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... death : Away ! by Jupiter , This shall not be revok'd . Kent . Fare thee well , king : since thus thou wilt appear , Freedom lives hence , and banishment is here.- The gods to their dear shelter take thee maid , [ TO CORDELIA . That ...
... death : Away ! by Jupiter , This shall not be revok'd . Kent . Fare thee well , king : since thus thou wilt appear , Freedom lives hence , and banishment is here.- The gods to their dear shelter take thee maid , [ TO CORDELIA . That ...
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... death . Edm . When I dissuaded him from his intent , And found him pight to do it , with curst speech I threaten'd to discover him : He replied , Thou unpossessing bastard ! dost thou think , If I would stand against thee , would the ...
... death . Edm . When I dissuaded him from his intent , And found him pight to do it , with curst speech I threaten'd to discover him : He replied , Thou unpossessing bastard ! dost thou think , If I would stand against thee , would the ...
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... Death on my state ! wherefore [ Looking on Kent . Should he sit here ? This act persuades me , That this remotions of the duke and her Is practice only . Give me my servant forth : Go , tell the duke and his wife , I'd speak with them ...
... Death on my state ! wherefore [ Looking on Kent . Should he sit here ? This act persuades me , That this remotions of the duke and her Is practice only . Give me my servant forth : Go , tell the duke and his wife , I'd speak with them ...
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... Death , traitor ! nothing could have subdu'd nature To such a lowness , but his unkind daughters.— Is it the fashion , that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? Judicious punishment ! ' twas this flesh begot ...
... Death , traitor ! nothing could have subdu'd nature To such a lowness , but his unkind daughters.— Is it the fashion , that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? Judicious punishment ! ' twas this flesh begot ...
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Page 249 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 104 - 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...
Page 279 - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 285 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 88 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Page 276 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 103 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 337 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 283 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Page 125 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks...