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... on the bare earth , fast bound and swathed , having nothing to cover and arm himself with , but the spoil of others . " 117. lendings ] borrowed articles . Now a little fire in a wild night to swim 140 [ ACT III . KING LEAR.
... on the bare earth , fast bound and swathed , having nothing to cover and arm himself with , but the spoil of others . " 117. lendings ] borrowed articles . Now a little fire in a wild night to swim 140 [ ACT III . KING LEAR.
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... Arms , arms , sword , fire ! Corruption in the place ! False justicer , why hast thou let her ' scape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! Sir , where is the patience now That you so oft have boasted to retain ? 60 Edg ...
... Arms , arms , sword , fire ! Corruption in the place ! False justicer , why hast thou let her ' scape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! Sir , where is the patience now That you so oft have boasted to retain ? 60 Edg ...
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... arm . Aubrey , Natural History of Wiltshire ( 1656-1691 ) , Briton , 1847 , p . 93 : " Bedlam beggars wore about their necks a great horne of an ox in a string or bawdrie , which , when they came to an house for almes they did wind ...
... arm . Aubrey , Natural History of Wiltshire ( 1656-1691 ) , Briton , 1847 , p . 93 : " Bedlam beggars wore about their necks a great horne of an ox in a string or bawdrie , which , when they came to an house for almes they did wind ...
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... arms ; I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him . There is a litter ready ; lay him in't , Kent . 95 And drive toward Dover , friend , where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection . Take up thy master : If thou should'st dally ...
... arms ; I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him . There is a litter ready ; lay him in't , Kent . 95 And drive toward Dover , friend , where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection . Take up thy master : If thou should'st dally ...
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... arms . Glou . What mean your graces ? consider 30 Good my friends , me no foul play , [ Servants bind him . Hard , hard . O filthy traitor ! 35 You are my guests : do friends . Corn . Bind him , I say . Reg . Glou . Unmerciful lady as ...
... arms . Glou . What mean your graces ? consider 30 Good my friends , me no foul play , [ Servants bind him . Hard , hard . O filthy traitor ! 35 You are my guests : do friends . Corn . Bind him , I say . Reg . Glou . Unmerciful lady as ...
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Seite 61 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her...
Seite 36 - 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...
Seite 226 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Seite 216 - 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.
Seite 125 - O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...
Seite 132 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Seite 238 - The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us: The dark and vicious place where thee he got Cost him his eyes.
Seite 27 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Seite 225 - We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage; When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with...
Seite 9 - And prize me at her worth. In my 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 possesses ; And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness