The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3Routledge, 1864 |
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... lady - hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ques ...
... lady - hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ques ...
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... lady : to thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . - What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to † Cornwall ? speak . ‡ REG . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I ...
... lady : to thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . - What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to † Cornwall ? speak . ‡ REG . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I ...
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... lady ? Love's not love , When it is mingled with respects , " that stand Aloof from the entire point . Will you have her ? She is herself a dowry . BUR . Royal Lear , † Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take ...
... lady ? Love's not love , When it is mingled with respects , " that stand Aloof from the entire point . Will you have her ? She is herself a dowry . BUR . Royal Lear , † Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take ...
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... lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . LEAR . No more of that ; I have noted it well . -Go ... lady's father . F 2 LEAR . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : 67.
... lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . LEAR . No more of that ; I have noted it well . -Go ... lady's father . F 2 LEAR . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : 67.
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William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. LEAR . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you ... lady brach may stand by the fire and stink . LEAR . A pestilent gall to me ! FOOL . Sirrah , I'll teach thee a ...
William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. LEAR . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you ... lady brach may stand by the fire and stink . LEAR . A pestilent gall to me ! FOOL . Sirrah , I'll teach thee a ...
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Achilles AJAX Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt sorrow soul speak speech stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus ULYSS unto wife WITCH word Отн
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Page 748 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red : If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go, — My mistress,...
Page 485 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 736 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Page 474 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 347 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 24 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 37 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 328 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 459 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Page 268 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O!