The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Should house him fafe , is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost , By waves from coast to coaft is toft : All perishen of man , of pelf , Ne aught escapen but himself ; Till fortune , tir'd with doing bad , Threw ...
... Should house him fafe , is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost , By waves from coast to coaft is toft : All perishen of man , of pelf , Ne aught escapen but himself ; Till fortune , tir'd with doing bad , Threw ...
Strona 21
... should have fwallow'd me too : and when I had been in his belly , I would have kept such a jangling of the bells , that he should never have left , till he caft bells , steeple , church , and parish , up again . But if the good king ...
... should have fwallow'd me too : and when I had been in his belly , I would have kept such a jangling of the bells , that he should never have left , till he caft bells , steeple , church , and parish , up again . But if the good king ...
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... should give them burial . Efca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet but juft ; for though This king were great , his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's fhaft , but fin had his reward . Efca . ' Tis very true . Enter Enter three ...
... should give them burial . Efca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet but juft ; for though This king were great , his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's fhaft , but fin had his reward . Efca . ' Tis very true . Enter Enter three ...
Strona 43
... should at these early hours Shake off the golden flumber of repose . It is moft ftrange , Nature fhould be fo converfant with pain , Being thereto not compell'd . Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than ...
... should at these early hours Shake off the golden flumber of repose . It is moft ftrange , Nature fhould be fo converfant with pain , Being thereto not compell'd . Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than ...
Strona 47
... Should therein make me vile , the common body , By you reliev'd , would force me to my duty : But if to that my nature need a spur , The gods revenge it upon me and mine , To the end of generation ! Per . I believe you ; Till the be ...
... Should therein make me vile , the common body , By you reliev'd , would force me to my duty : But if to that my nature need a spur , The gods revenge it upon me and mine , To the end of generation ! Per . I believe you ; Till the be ...
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Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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Strona 93 - 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 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Strona 52 - 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. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Strona 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Strona 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Strona 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Strona 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Strona 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Strona 98 - 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 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.