The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Tom 9 |
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... bear a graver purpose , I hope . lach . I am the master of my speeches16 ; and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . Post . Will you ? -I shall but lend my diamond till your return : -Let there be covenants drawn 18 i . e . deceived ...
... bear a graver purpose , I hope . lach . I am the master of my speeches16 ; and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . Post . Will you ? -I shall but lend my diamond till your return : -Let there be covenants drawn 18 i . e . deceived ...
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... Bear to my closet : -Fare thee well , Pisanio ; Think on my words . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . Pis . And shall do9 : But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself : there's all I'll do for you . [ Exit . SCENE VII ...
... Bear to my closet : -Fare thee well , Pisanio ; Think on my words . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . Pis . And shall do9 : But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself : there's all I'll do for you . [ Exit . SCENE VII ...
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... bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : Take my power i ' the court for yours . Iach . My humble thanks . I had almost forgot To entreat your ...
... bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : Take my power i ' the court for yours . Iach . My humble thanks . I had almost forgot To entreat your ...
Strona 38
... Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen . Alas , poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ! Betwixt a father by thy step - dame govern'd ; A mother ...
... Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen . Alas , poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ! Betwixt a father by thy step - dame govern'd ; A mother ...
Strona 57
... bear your enemies ' boats , But suck them up to the top - mast . A kind of conquest Cæsar made here ; but made not here his brag Of , came , and saw , and overcame ; with shame ( The first that ever touch'd him ) , he was carried From ...
... bear your enemies ' boats , But suck them up to the top - mast . A kind of conquest Cæsar made here ; but made not here his brag Of , came , and saw , and overcame ; with shame ( The first that ever touch'd him ) , he was carried From ...
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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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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?