The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... Duke of Burgundy . Duke of Cornwall . Duke of Albany . Earl of Kent . Earl of Gloster . EDGAR , Son to Gloster . EDMUND , Bastard Son to Gloster . CURAN , a Courtier . Old Man , Tenant to Gloster . Physician . Fool . OSWALD , Steward ...
... Duke of Burgundy . Duke of Cornwall . Duke of Albany . Earl of Kent . Earl of Gloster . EDGAR , Son to Gloster . EDMUND , Bastard Son to Gloster . CURAN , a Courtier . Old Man , Tenant to Gloster . Physician . Fool . OSWALD , Steward ...
Pàgina 9
William Shakespeare. KING LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. A Room of State in King Lear's Palace . Enter KENT , GLOSTER , and EDMUND . Kent . I THOUGHT the king had more affected the duke of Albany , than Cornwall . Glo . It did always seem so to ...
William Shakespeare. KING LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. A Room of State in King Lear's Palace . Enter KENT , GLOSTER , and EDMUND . Kent . I THOUGHT the king had more affected the duke of Albany , than Cornwall . Glo . It did always seem so to ...
Pàgina 39
... duke of Cornwall , to increase the probability of their setting out late from thence on a visit to the earl of Gloster . Our old English earls usually resided in the counties whence they took their titles . Lear , not finding his son ...
... duke of Cornwall , to increase the probability of their setting out late from thence on a visit to the earl of Gloster . Our old English earls usually resided in the counties whence they took their titles . Lear , not finding his son ...
Pàgina 41
William Shakespeare. Fool . If thou wert my fool , nuncle , I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time ... duke of Cornwall , and Regan his duchess , will be here with him to - night . Edm . How comes that ? well : the ...
William Shakespeare. Fool . If thou wert my fool , nuncle , I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time ... duke of Cornwall , and Regan his duchess , will be here with him to - night . Edm . How comes that ? well : the ...
Pàgina 42
... dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may then , in time . Fare you well , sir . [ Exit . Edm . The duke be here to - night ? The bett Best ! This weaves itself perforce into my business ! My father hath set guard ...
... dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may then , in time . Fare you well , sir . [ Exit . Edm . The duke be here to - night ? The bett Best ! This weaves itself perforce into my business ! My father hath set guard ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pàgina 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Pàgina 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 13 - 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 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pàgina 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Pàgina 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...