The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8Dove, 1830 |
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... weep , And I for sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , And go the fools among . [ Singing . Pr'ythee , nuncle , keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie ; I would fain learn to lie . Lear . If you lie , sirrah ...
... weep , And I for sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , And go the fools among . [ Singing . Pr'ythee , nuncle , keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie ; I would fain learn to lie . Lear . If you lie , sirrah ...
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... weep ; No , I'll not weep : - I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I'll weep : -O , fool , I shall go mad ! [ Exeunt LEAR , GLOSTER , KENT , and Fool . Corn . Let us withdraw ...
... weep ; No , I'll not weep : - I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I'll weep : -O , fool , I shall go mad ! [ Exeunt LEAR , GLOSTER , KENT , and Fool . Corn . Let us withdraw ...
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... weep no more . In such a night To shut me out ! - Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O , Regan , Goneril ! - Your old kind father , whose frank heart gave all- O , that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of ...
... weep no more . In such a night To shut me out ! - Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O , Regan , Goneril ! - Your old kind father , whose frank heart gave all- O , that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of ...
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... weep and wail : For , with throwing thus my head , Dogs leap the hatch , and all are fled . Do de , de , de . Sessa.o Come , march to wakes and fairs , and market towns : - Poor Tom , thy horn is dry.P Lear . Then let them anatomize to ...
... weep and wail : For , with throwing thus my head , Dogs leap the hatch , and all are fled . Do de , de , de . Sessa.o Come , march to wakes and fairs , and market towns : - Poor Tom , thy horn is dry.P Lear . Then let them anatomize to ...
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... weep my fortunes , take my eyes . I know thee well enough ; thy name is Gloster : Thou must be patient ; we came crying hither . Thou know'st , the first time that we smell the air , We wawl , and cry : -I will preach to thee ; mark me ...
... weep my fortunes , take my eyes . I know thee well enough ; thy name is Gloster : Thou must be patient ; we came crying hither . Thou know'st , the first time that we smell the air , We wawl , and cry : -I will preach to thee ; mark me ...
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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...
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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...