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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... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing ( Always reserv'd my holy duty1 ) , what I say I do not fear my father , so far as I may say it without breach of duty . " His rage can do on me : You must be 10 ACT 1 . CYMBELINE .
... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing ( Always reserv'd my holy duty1 ) , what I say I do not fear my father , so far as I may say it without breach of duty . " His rage can do on me : You must be 10 ACT 1 . CYMBELINE .
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... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttocks ...
... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttocks ...
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... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy sig- nior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me : we are familiar at first . lach . With five times so much conversation , 1 should ...
... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy sig- nior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me : we are familiar at first . lach . With five times so much conversation , 1 should ...
Strona 23
... fear . Post . This is but a custom in your tongue ; you 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 ...
... fear . Post . This is but a custom in your tongue ; you 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 ...
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... fear , And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces 9 It seems probable that knowing is here an error of the press for known . 10 The information which you seem to ...
... fear , And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces 9 It seems probable that knowing is here an error of the press for known . 10 The information which you seem to ...
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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?