The Works of Shakespeare, Band 9Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your brother , EDGAR . ' Hum - conspiracy ! - ' Sleep till I waked him , — you should enjoy half his revenue , ' - My son Edgar ! Had he a ...
... sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your brother , EDGAR . ' Hum - conspiracy ! - ' Sleep till I waked him , — you should enjoy half his revenue , ' - My son Edgar ! Had he a ...
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... sleep , Which , in the tender of a wholesome weal , Might in their working do you that offence , Which else were shame , that then necessity Will call discreet proceeding . Fool . For , you know , nuncle , The hedge - sparrow fed the ...
... sleep , Which , in the tender of a wholesome weal , Might in their working do you that offence , Which else were shame , that then necessity Will call discreet proceeding . Fool . For , you know , nuncle , The hedge - sparrow fed the ...
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... sleep , my lord , till I have delivered your letter . [ Exit . Fool . If a man's brains were in ' s heels , were ' t not in danger of kibes ? Lear . Ay , boy . Fool . Then , I prithee , be merry ; thy wit shall ne'er go slip - shod ...
... sleep , my lord , till I have delivered your letter . [ Exit . Fool . If a man's brains were in ' s heels , were ' t not in danger of kibes ? Lear . Ay , boy . Fool . Then , I prithee , be merry ; thy wit shall ne'er go slip - shod ...
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... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Give you good morrow ! Glou . The duke's to blame in this ; ' twill be ill taken . [ Exit . Kent . Good king , that must approve the common saw , Thou out ...
... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Give you good morrow ! Glou . The duke's to blame in this ; ' twill be ill taken . [ Exit . Kent . Good king , that must approve the common saw , Thou out ...
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... Sleeps . 180 SCENE III . A wood . Enter EDGAR . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd ; And by the happy hollow of a tree Escaped the hunt . No port is free ; no place , That guard , and most unusual vigilance , Does not attend my taking ...
... Sleeps . 180 SCENE III . A wood . Enter EDGAR . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd ; And by the happy hollow of a tree Escaped the hunt . No port is free ; no place , That guard , and most unusual vigilance , Does not attend my taking ...
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Alack Alexas Banquo better blood Cæs Cæsar Cawdor Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death Doct dost doth duke Edgar Edmund Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS farewell father fear fellow Fleance Fool fortune friends Fulvia Gent give Glou Gloucester gods Goneril grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iras Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave Lady Lear Lepidus look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach madam Mark Antony master Mess Messenger murder never night noble nuncle Octavia Parthia Pompey poor pray Prithee queen Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE Shakespeare sister sleep Sold Soldiers speak sword tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast villain What's Witch
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Seite 208 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Seite 207 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Seite 129 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 235 - All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Seite 303 - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Seite 252 - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o...
Seite 88 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Seite 182 - d jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Seite 302 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Seite 115 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...