The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volum 6C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Pàgina 8
... hand must take my plight , fhall carry Half my love with him , half my care and duty . Sure , Ifhall never marry like my fifters , To love my father all .. Lear . But goes thy heart with this ? Cor . Ay , my good lord . Lear . So young ...
... hand must take my plight , fhall carry Half my love with him , half my care and duty . Sure , Ifhall never marry like my fifters , To love my father all .. Lear . But goes thy heart with this ? Cor . Ay , my good lord . Lear . So young ...
Pàgina 10
... hand on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy phyfician , and thy fee bestow Upon the foul difeafe ; revoke thy doom , Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou doft evil . Lear . Hear ...
... hand on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy phyfician , and thy fee bestow Upon the foul difeafe ; revoke thy doom , Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou doft evil . Lear . Hear ...
Pàgina 12
... hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : I've fworn . Bur . I'm forry then , you have so lost a father , That you must lofe a husband . Car . Peace be with Burgundy , That monfters it- i . e . that makes a monfter , a prodigy , of ...
... hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : I've fworn . Bur . I'm forry then , you have so lost a father , That you must lofe a husband . Car . Peace be with Burgundy , That monfters it- i . e . that makes a monfter , a prodigy , of ...
Pàgina 17
... hand to write this ! a heart and brain to breed it in ! When came this to you ? who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it . I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet . Glo . You know the ...
... hand to write this ! a heart and brain to breed it in ! When came this to you ? who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it . I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet . Glo . You know the ...
Pàgina 51
... hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how have I offended ? All's not offence , that indifcretion finds , And dotage terms fo . Lear . Ŏ fides , you are too tough ! Will you yet hold ? -how came my man i ' th ' Stocks ? Corn . I fet ...
... hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how have I offended ? All's not offence , that indifcretion finds , And dotage terms fo . Lear . Ŏ fides , you are too tough ! Will you yet hold ? -how came my man i ' th ' Stocks ? Corn . I fet ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 94 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Pàgina 305 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pàgina 302 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Pàgina 306 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Pàgina 19 - ... 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 296 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Pàgina 53 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Pàgina 469 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Pàgina 304 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pàgina 309 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...