The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 32
... noble self , That best know'ft how to rule , and how to reign , We thus fubmit unto , -our fovereign . All . Live , noble Helicane ! Hel . Try honour's caufe ; forbear your fuffrages : If that you love prince Pericles , forbear . Take I ...
... noble self , That best know'ft how to rule , and how to reign , We thus fubmit unto , -our fovereign . All . Live , noble Helicane ! Hel . Try honour's caufe ; forbear your fuffrages : If that you love prince Pericles , forbear . Take I ...
Pagina 33
... noble fubjects , And in your search , spend your adventurous worth ; Whom if you find , and win unto return , You fhall like diamonds fit about his crown . 1 Lord . To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield ; And , fince lord Helicane ...
... noble fubjects , And in your search , spend your adventurous worth ; Whom if you find , and win unto return , You fhall like diamonds fit about his crown . 1 Lord . To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield ; And , fince lord Helicane ...
Pagina 34
... noble as my thoughts , That never relifh'd of a base descent . I came unto your court , for honour's cause , And not to be a rebel to her state ; And he that otherwife accounts of me , This fword fhall prove , he's honour's enemy . Sim ...
... noble as my thoughts , That never relifh'd of a base descent . I came unto your court , for honour's cause , And not to be a rebel to her state ; And he that otherwife accounts of me , This fword fhall prove , he's honour's enemy . Sim ...
Pagina 61
... noble Pericles fhall demand his child ? Dion . That the is dead . Nurfes are not the fates , To foster it , nor ever to preserve . She died by night ; I'll fay fo . Who can crofs it ? Unless you play the impious innocent , And for an ...
... noble Pericles fhall demand his child ? Dion . That the is dead . Nurfes are not the fates , To foster it , nor ever to preserve . She died by night ; I'll fay fo . Who can crofs it ? Unless you play the impious innocent , And for an ...
Pagina 68
... 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 good . [ AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purfe , BOULT enters . Poult ...
... 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 good . [ AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purfe , BOULT enters . Poult ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 11 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1808 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 11 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1808 |
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Alack art thou Bawd BENVOLIO Boult CAPULET CLEON Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fhall flain fome Fool foul friar fuch Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril hath hear heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe i'the Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave lady Lear letter look lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina married maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene Montague moſt muſt myſelf ne'er night noble Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe poor pray prince Prince of Tyre Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thou wilt Tybalt Tyre uſe villain wife
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Pagina 134 - 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.
Pagina 120 - 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 yond...
Pagina 19 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pagina 76 - 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.
Pagina 126 - Through tatterd clothes small vices do appear; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Pagina 28 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Pagina 16 - Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. — Know that we "have divided In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age ; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death. — Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Pagina 133 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Pagina 114 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Pagina 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.