The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... death ! Yes I must have thy kingdoms - muft have thee ! Phi . How ! me ? Are . Thy love ! -without which all the land . Discover'd yet , will ferve me for no use But to be buried in . Phi . Is't poffible ! Are . With it , it were too ...
... death ! Yes I must have thy kingdoms - muft have thee ! Phi . How ! me ? Are . Thy love ! -without which all the land . Discover'd yet , will ferve me for no use But to be buried in . Phi . Is't poffible ! Are . With it , it were too ...
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... death ? Can boys contemn that ? Bel . Oh , what boy is he Can be content to live to be a man , That fees the best of men thus paffionate , Thus without reason ? E 3 Phi . Phi . Oh , but thou doft not know What PHILASTER . 53.
... death ? Can boys contemn that ? Bel . Oh , what boy is he Can be content to live to be a man , That fees the best of men thus paffionate , Thus without reason ? E 3 Phi . Phi . Oh , but thou doft not know What PHILASTER . 53.
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... death into my bofom , And laugh'd upon it , made it but a mirth , And flung it by ? Do I live now like him , Under this tyrant king , that languishing Hears his fad bell , and fees his mourners ? Do I Bear all this bravely , and muft ...
... death into my bofom , And laugh'd upon it , made it but a mirth , And flung it by ? Do I live now like him , Under this tyrant king , that languishing Hears his fad bell , and fees his mourners ? Do I Bear all this bravely , and muft ...
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... death . Yet tell me this , will there be no flanders , No jealousies in the other world , no ill there ? Phi . No. Are . Shew me then the way . Phi . Then guide My feeble hand , you that have pow'r to do it ! For I must perform a piece ...
... death . Yet tell me this , will there be no flanders , No jealousies in the other world , no ill there ? Phi . No. Are . Shew me then the way . Phi . Then guide My feeble hand , you that have pow'r to do it ! For I must perform a piece ...
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... death's wound to me ! I am faint and weak , With lofs of blood : My fpirits ebb apace : A heaviness near death fits on my brow , And I must fleep : Bear me , thou gentle bank , For ever , if thou wilt ; you fweet ones all , Let me ...
... death's wound to me ! I am faint and weak , With lofs of blood : My fpirits ebb apace : A heaviness near death fits on my brow , And I must fleep : Bear me , thou gentle bank , For ever , if thou wilt ; you fweet ones all , Let me ...
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Strona 188 - 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. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Strona 193 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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 183 - 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 yon...
Strona 122 - ... 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 193 - tis fittest. Cor. 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.
Strona 101 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Strona 154 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Strona 156 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Strona 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Strona 186 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?