The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Հատոր 9J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? I Inclination , natural disposition . B 2 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , CYMBELINE. ...
... they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? I Inclination , natural disposition . B 2 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , CYMBELINE. ...
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... to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; 1 But keep it till you woo another wife , C2 Scene II . 7 CYMBELINE . A His rage can do on me: You must be ...
... to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; 1 But keep it till you woo another wife , C2 Scene II . 7 CYMBELINE . A His rage can do on me: You must be ...
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... did . Imo . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from Scene IV . 13 CYMBELINE . SCENE IV. ...
... did . Imo . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from Scene IV . 13 CYMBELINE . SCENE IV. ...
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... look on me ; What wreck discern you in me , Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers To my ...
... look on me ; What wreck discern you in me , Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers To my ...
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... One of your Lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? 1 Lord . You cannot derogate , my lord . 7 Fellow . 8 Haunted . 34 Act II . CYMBELINE . 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your ...
... One of your Lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? 1 Lord . You cannot derogate , my lord . 7 Fellow . 8 Haunted . 34 Act II . CYMBELINE . 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain Сут
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Էջ 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Էջ 445 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Էջ 402 - 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.
Էջ 337 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Էջ 349 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Էջ 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Էջ 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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...
Էջ 444 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Էջ 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Էջ 445 - 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.