King LearClarendon Press, 1875 - 200 pàgines |
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Pàgina xii
... thing may be called an indignitie , which was laid vpon me ) threw me out of my seat , and put out my eyes ; and then ( proud in his tyrannie ) let me go , neither imprisoning , nor killing me ; but rather delighting to make me feele my ...
... thing may be called an indignitie , which was laid vpon me ) threw me out of my seat , and put out my eyes ; and then ( proud in his tyrannie ) let me go , neither imprisoning , nor killing me ; but rather delighting to make me feele my ...
Pàgina xx
... things ? But the play is beyond all art , as the tamperings with it show it is too hard and stony ; it must have love ... thing for him . If he is to live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this ...
... things ? But the play is beyond all art , as the tamperings with it show it is too hard and stony ; it must have love ... thing for him . If he is to live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this ...
Pàgina 8
... thing so monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favour . Sure , her offence Must be of such unnatural degree , That monsters it , or your fore - vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint : which to believe of her , Must be a faith that ...
... thing so monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favour . Sure , her offence Must be of such unnatural degree , That monsters it , or your fore - vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint : which to believe of her , Must be a faith that ...
Pàgina 18
... thing : I have years on my back forty eight , 39 Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me : if I like thee no worse after dinner , I will not part from thee yet . Dinner , ho , dinner ! Where's my knave ? my fool ? Go you , and [ Exit an ...
... thing : I have years on my back forty eight , 39 Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me : if I like thee no worse after dinner , I will not part from thee yet . Dinner , ho , dinner ! Where's my knave ? my fool ? Go you , and [ Exit an ...
Pàgina 22
... thing than a fool and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing i ' the middle : here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that frontlet on ...
... thing than a fool and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing i ' the middle : here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that frontlet on ...
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Pàgina 181 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Pàgina 4 - 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].
Pàgina 147 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper', And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Pàgina 90 - 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.
Pàgina 58 - What hast thou been? Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog...
Pàgina 132 - But come ; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As ' Well, well, we know,' or ' We could, an if we would,' Or
Pàgina 178 - They have tied me to a stake ; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. — What's he, That was not born of woman ? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD.
Pàgina 95 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Pàgina 196 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Pàgina 25 - Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful. Into her womb convey sterility; Dry up in her the organs of increase; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.