The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Strona 62
... Thou art like the harpy , Which , to betray , doth wear an angel's face , Seize with an eagle's talons . Dion . You are like one , that fuperftitiously Doth fwear to the gods , that winter kills the flies ; But yet I know you'll do as I ...
... Thou art like the harpy , Which , to betray , doth wear an angel's face , Seize with an eagle's talons . Dion . You are like one , that fuperftitiously Doth fwear to the gods , that winter kills the flies ; But yet I know you'll do as I ...
Strona 68
... Thou art a piece of virtue , and I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.— Hold ; here's more gold for thee.- A curfe upon him , die he like a thief , That robs thee of thy goodness ! If thou hear'ft from me , It fhall be for thy ...
... Thou art a piece of virtue , and I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.— Hold ; here's more gold for thee.- A curfe upon him , die he like a thief , That robs thee of thy goodness ! If thou hear'ft from me , It fhall be for thy ...
Strona 70
... thou art , Since they do better thee in their command . Thou hold'st a place , for which the pained'ft fiend Of hell would not in reputation change : Thou'rt the damn'd door - keeper to every coystrel That hither comes inquiring for his ...
... thou art , Since they do better thee in their command . Thou hold'st a place , for which the pained'ft fiend Of hell would not in reputation change : Thou'rt the damn'd door - keeper to every coystrel That hither comes inquiring for his ...
Strona 78
... thou art a man , and I Have fuffer'd like a girl : yet thou doft look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act . What were thy friends ? How loft thou them ? Thy name , my moft kind virgin ? Recount ...
... thou art a man , and I Have fuffer'd like a girl : yet thou doft look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act . What were thy friends ? How loft thou them ? Thy name , my moft kind virgin ? Recount ...
Strona 79
... thy mother ? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king ; Who died the very minute I was born , As my good nurse ... art a grave and noble counsellor , Moft wife in general : Tell me , if thou canst , What this maid is , or what is ...
... thy mother ? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king ; Who died the very minute I was born , As my good nurse ... art a grave and noble counsellor , Moft wife in general : Tell me , if thou canst , What this maid is , or what is ...
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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.