The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Band 13G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... true . And , perhaps , if we turn our thoughts upon the barbarity and ignorance of the age to which this story is referred , it will appear not so unlikely as while we estimate Lear's manners by our own . Such preference of one daughter ...
... true . And , perhaps , if we turn our thoughts upon the barbarity and ignorance of the age to which this story is referred , it will appear not so unlikely as while we estimate Lear's manners by our own . Such preference of one daughter ...
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... true - hearted noble queen , Was in the battle slain : Yet he , good king , in his old days , Possest his crown again . But when he heard Cordelia's death , Who died indeed for love Of her dear father , in whose cause She did this ...
... true - hearted noble queen , Was in the battle slain : Yet he , good king , in his old days , Possest his crown again . But when he heard Cordelia's death , Who died indeed for love Of her dear father , in whose cause She did this ...
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... true heart I find , she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense possesses3 ; And find , I am alone felicitate In your dear ...
... true heart I find , she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense possesses3 ; And find , I am alone felicitate In your dear ...
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... true . Ay , good my lord . 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 we do exist , and cease to ...
... true . Ay , good my lord . 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 we do exist , and cease to ...
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... true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . Now , by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . O , vassal ! miscreant ! [ Laying his hand on his sword . Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; VOL ...
... true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . Now , by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . O , vassal ! miscreant ! [ Laying his hand on his sword . Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; VOL ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman give gleek Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour i'the JOHNSON Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave Lady CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'the Paris poor pray Prince Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Servants Shakspeare sirrah sister slain speak stand stay STEEVENS Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt vex'd villain WARBURTON weep word
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Seite 120 - 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...
Seite 76 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Seite 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Seite 87 - 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.
Seite 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Seite 77 - Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall— I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Seite 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Seite 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Seite 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.