The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, المجلد 8Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... Corn- wall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Burgundy , Great rivals in our ...
... Corn- wall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now . The princes , France and Burgundy , Great rivals in our ...
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... Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Ou ...
... Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Ou ...
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... Corn- wall , and Regan his duchess , will be here with him to - night . Edm . How comes that ? Cur . Nay , I know not : You have heard of the news abroad ; I mean , the whispered ones , for they are yet but ear - kissing arguments ? Edm ...
... Corn- wall , and Regan his duchess , will be here with him to - night . Edm . How comes that ? Cur . Nay , I know not : You have heard of the news abroad ; I mean , the whispered ones , for they are yet but ear - kissing arguments ? Edm ...
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... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O ...
... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O ...
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... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray ! his practice ; 2 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him .
... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray ! his practice ; 2 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him .
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الصفحة 408 - 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, Oth.
الصفحة 62 - 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.
الصفحة 150 - 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...
الصفحة 296 - 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 compelled, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
الصفحة 281 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
الصفحة 282 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
الصفحة 15 - 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 moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
الصفحة 333 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam, and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
الصفحة 293 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
الصفحة 370 - scapes i' the imminent, deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history, Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.