 O Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce...  Notes and Essays on Shakespeare - Pagina 254door John Wesley Hales - 1884 - 295 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 384 pagina’s
...here comes my lord. [Exit Stew. Enter ALB A NT. Gon. I have been worth the whistle.5 Mb. O Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.— I fear your disposition :s That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself ;7 3 O, the difference... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 pagina’s
...Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit Stew. Enter ALBANT. Gon. I have been worth the whistle.5 Mb. OGoneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.— I fear your disposition:s That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself ;7 3 O,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 424 pagina’s
...here comes my lord. [Exit Steward. Enter Albany. Gon. 1 have been worth the whistle. Alb. O Goneril ! Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She, that herself...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Filths savour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pagina’s
...here comes my lord. Enter ALBANY. [Exit Steward. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. 2 Alb. O Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.—I fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Capel Lofft - 1812 - 544 pagina’s
...'* •' 1368. That Nature which contemns it's Origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself. ' ' 1369. She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her...sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use. ' 1370. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless Child ! 1371. CONFIDENCE and DI8TK... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pagina’s
...here comes my lord. [Exit Steward. Enter ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. Mb. O Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. — I fear your disposition : That nature^which contemns its origin, Cannot be borcler'd certain in itself ; She that herself will sliver... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 pagina’s
...have, been worth the whistle. Alb. Oh Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Slows in your face.— —I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin, Cannot beborder'd certain in itself; (71) Goneril's constant appearance is as if she were kissing somebody... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pagina’s
...Stew. Madam, here comes my Lord. Enter ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. Alb. Oh Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. 1 fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin, Cannot beborder'd certain in itself;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 pagina’s
...ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. Alb. O Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rnde wind Blows in your face. — I fear your disposition...That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border' d certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 pagina’s
...comes my lord. [Exit Steward. Enter ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. 9 Alb. . O Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Filths savour... | |
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