King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, المجلد 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 39
... hand thy vast revenues fall , To glut my pleasures , that till now have starv'd . [ Retires . Gloster returns , followed by Cordelia and Aran- The , poorly dressed ; —Edmund observing at a distance . Cord . Turn , Gloster , turn ; by ...
... hand thy vast revenues fall , To glut my pleasures , that till now have starv'd . [ Retires . Gloster returns , followed by Cordelia and Aran- The , poorly dressed ; —Edmund observing at a distance . Cord . Turn , Gloster , turn ; by ...
الصفحة 40
... hands and feet , Then with a show'r of tears To wash his clay - smear'd cheeks , and die beside him . Glost . Oh , fair Cordelia , thou hast piety Enough t'atone for both thy sisters ' crimes ; I have already plotted to restore [ Exit ...
... hands and feet , Then with a show'r of tears To wash his clay - smear'd cheeks , and die beside him . Glost . Oh , fair Cordelia , thou hast piety Enough t'atone for both thy sisters ' crimes ; I have already plotted to restore [ Exit ...
الصفحة 41
... ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to't ? - -But I'll punish home ! No , I will weep no more . [ Rain - Thunder — Lightning . In such a night To shut me out ! - -Pour on , I E 3 SCENE III . ] 41 KING LEAR .
... ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to't ? - -But I'll punish home ! No , I will weep no more . [ Rain - Thunder — Lightning . In such a night To shut me out ! - -Pour on , I E 3 SCENE III . ] 41 KING LEAR .
الصفحة 43
... hand out of plackets , thy pen from cre- ditors ' books , and defy the foul fiend . ( Wind and Rain . ] Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind . — Ha , no nonny , dolphin , my boy , my boy , sessa ; let him trot by . Lear ...
... hand out of plackets , thy pen from cre- ditors ' books , and defy the foul fiend . ( Wind and Rain . ] Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind . — Ha , no nonny , dolphin , my boy , my boy , sessa ; let him trot by . Lear ...
الصفحة 52
... hands Tear out his poor old eyes , nor thy fierce sister Carve his anointed flesh ; but I shall see The swift - wing'd vengeance overtake such children . Corn . See't thou shalt never : slaves , perform your work ; [ The Servants take ...
... hands Tear out his poor old eyes , nor thy fierce sister Carve his anointed flesh ; but I shall see The swift - wing'd vengeance overtake such children . Corn . See't thou shalt never : slaves , perform your work ; [ The Servants take ...
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art thou ARVIRAGUS ATTENDANTS Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Caius call'd Casca Cassius Cawdor Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cord Cordelia CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Diom dost doth Edgar Edmund Enob ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLEANCE fortunes friends Fulvia give Glost Gloster gods GONERIL Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart Heaven honour i'the Iach Imog Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent KING LEAR Lady look lord LUCIUS Macb Macbeth Macd MACDUFF madam Mark Antony master night noble o'the Octavius on't pardon peace Pisanio Pleb poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Regan Roman Rome royal SCENE SEYTON sleep soldier speak sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Thunder Thyr Trebonius twas villain What's Witch word worthy
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الصفحة 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
الصفحة 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
الصفحة 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
الصفحة 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
الصفحة 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
الصفحة 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
الصفحة 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
الصفحة 38 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
الصفحة 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
الصفحة 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...