The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volum 9 |
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Pàgina 4
... Cloten ; ' and Miss Seward , in one of her Letters , assures us that singular as the character of Cloten may appear , it is the exact prototype of a being she once knew . ' The unmeaning frown of the countenance ; the shuffling gait ...
... Cloten ; ' and Miss Seward , in one of her Letters , assures us that singular as the character of Cloten may appear , it is the exact prototype of a being she once knew . ' The unmeaning frown of the countenance ; the shuffling gait ...
Pàgina 5
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. PERSONS REPRESENTED . CYMBELINE , King of Britain . CLOTEN , Son to the Queen by a former Husband . LEONATUS POSTHUMUS , a Gentleman , Husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished Lord , disguised ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. PERSONS REPRESENTED . CYMBELINE , King of Britain . CLOTEN , Son to the Queen by a former Husband . LEONATUS POSTHUMUS , a Gentleman , Husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished Lord , disguised ...
Pàgina 15
... CLOTEN , and Two Lords . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to take a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my ...
... CLOTEN , and Two Lords . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to take a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my ...
Pàgina 36
... CLOTEN , and Two Lords . Clo . Was there ever man had such luck ! when I kissed the jack upon an upcast1 , to be hit away ! I had a hundred pound on't : And then a whoreson To He is describing his fate at bowls . The jack is the small ...
... CLOTEN , and Two Lords . Clo . Was there ever man had such luck ! when I kissed the jack upon an upcast1 , to be hit away ! I had a hundred pound on't : And then a whoreson To He is describing his fate at bowls . The jack is the small ...
Pàgina 38
... CLOTEN and first Lord . That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen . Alas ...
... CLOTEN and first Lord . That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen . Alas ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. 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.
Pàgina 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Pàgina 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pàgina 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Pàgina 433 - 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 375 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Pàgina 374 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Pàgina 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Pàgina 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Pàgina 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?