 My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.  The bagman's bioscope - Էջ 323William Bayley (of Yorkshire.) - 1824 - 365 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Charles Knight - 1868 - 578 էջ
...Come on, my hoy : How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellowl The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things preeious. Come, your hovel : Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 էջ
...boy. How dost, my boy? art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? [ To Kent.2 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave,3 I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Act... | |
 | Crabbe - 1967 - 492 էջ
...Julius Caesar, Act i, Scene 2 How dost? Art cold? I'm cold myself — Where is the straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. King Lear, Act in, Scene 2 Females there are of unsuspicious mind, Easy and soft, and credulous and... | |
 | Howard Nemerov - 1977 - 540 էջ
...also — though there has never been A critical tree — about the nature of things. THE TOWN DUMP "The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious." A mile out in the marshes, under a sky Which seems to be always going away In a hurry, on that Venetian... | |
 | Arthur McGee - 1987 - 230 էջ
...Whore (Part 1) the madmen 'sit and pick the straws' (5.2). Lear says: Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. (3.2.69-71) Swift in A Tale of a Tub (1704) referred to the current treatment of the insane as 'phlebotomy,... | |
 | Bennett Simon - 1988 - 292 էջ
...turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. (3.2.67-73)... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 160 էջ
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? 65 I am cold myself. - Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part of my heart That sorrows yet for thee. 70 FOOL... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 էջ
...cocks! 10322 KingLear There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. 10323 KingLear caverns all alone, Contriving by a kind of senseless wit Not to preclous. 10324 JGng Lear O! that way madness lies; let me shun that. 10325 KingLear 1 have no way,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 էջ
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? 70 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious . Come, your hovel . — Poor fool and knave, I have one part of my heart That sorrows yet for thee... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 324 էջ
...turn. 70 Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part of my heart That sorrows yet for thee. FOOL... | |
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