The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 sivua |
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Sivu 13
... and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Lear . Let it be so , -thy truth then be thy dower ; For , by the sacred radiance of the sun , The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom ...
... and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Lear . Let it be so , -thy truth then be thy dower ; For , by the sacred radiance of the sun , The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom ...
Sivu 19
... and CORDELIA . Gon . Sister , it is not a little I have to say , of what most nearly appertains to us both . I think our father will hence to - night . Reg . That's most certain , and with you ; next month with us . Gon . You see how full ...
... and CORDELIA . Gon . Sister , it is not a little I have to say , of what most nearly appertains to us both . I think our father will hence to - night . Reg . That's most certain , and with you ; next month with us . Gon . You see how full ...
Sivu 21
... the base Shall top the legitimate . I grow ; I prosper . Now , gods , stand up for bastards ! Enter GLOSTER . Glo . Kent banished thus ! and France in choler parted ! And the king gone to - night ! subscribed1 his power ! Confined to ...
... the base Shall top the legitimate . I grow ; I prosper . Now , gods , stand up for bastards ! Enter GLOSTER . Glo . Kent banished thus ! and France in choler parted ! And the king gone to - night ! subscribed1 his power ! Confined to ...
Sivu 25
... of friends , dissipation of cohorts , 2 nuptial breaches , and I know not what . Edg . How long have you been a sectary astronom- ical ? Edm . Come , come ; ] when saw you my father last ? Edg . Why , the night gone by . Edm . Spake you ...
... of friends , dissipation of cohorts , 2 nuptial breaches , and I know not what . Edg . How long have you been a sectary astronom- ical ? Edm . Come , come ; ] when saw you my father last ? Edg . Why , the night gone by . Edm . Spake you ...
Sivu 26
... to the best ; go armed . I am no honest man , if there be any good ... in the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter GONERIL and Steward . Gon . Did my father strike my gentleman for chid- ing of his fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night ...
... to the best ; go armed . I am no honest man , if there be any good ... in the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter GONERIL and Steward . Gon . Did my father strike my gentleman for chid- ing of his fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night ...
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art thou Benvolio blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder never night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife word
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...