The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 6C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Exit . Lear . Mean time we shall exprefs our darker purpose . Give me the Map here . Know , we have divided , In three , our Kingdom ; and ' tis our faft intent , To fhake all cares and bufinefs from our age ; Conferring them on younger ...
... Exit . Lear . Mean time we shall exprefs our darker purpose . Give me the Map here . Know , we have divided , In three , our Kingdom ; and ' tis our faft intent , To fhake all cares and bufinefs from our age ; Conferring them on younger ...
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... Exit . Enter Glo'fter , with France and Burgundy , and Attendants . Glo . Here's France and Burgundy , my noble Lord . Lear . My Lord of Burgundy , We first addrefs tow'rd you , who with this King Have rivall'd for our daughter ; what ...
... Exit . Enter Glo'fter , with France and Burgundy , and Attendants . Glo . Here's France and Burgundy , my noble Lord . Lear . My Lord of Burgundy , We first addrefs tow'rd you , who with this King Have rivall'd for our daughter ; what ...
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... Exit . Manet Edmund . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world , that , when we are fick in fortune , ( often the furfeits of our own behaviour ) we make guilty of our difafters , the fun , the moon and ftars ; as if we were ...
... Exit . Manet Edmund . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world , that , when we are fick in fortune , ( often the furfeits of our own behaviour ) we make guilty of our difafters , the fun , the moon and ftars ; as if we were ...
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... Exit . SCENE , the Duke of Albany's Palace . Gon . · D ' Enter Gonerill and Steward . Id my father ftrike my gentleman for chiding of his fool ? Stew . Ay , Madam . Gon . By day and night , he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one ...
... Exit . SCENE , the Duke of Albany's Palace . Gon . · D ' Enter Gonerill and Steward . Id my father ftrike my gentleman for chiding of his fool ? Stew . Ay , Madam . Gon . By day and night , he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one ...
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... Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? call the clotpole back where's my fool , ho ? I think , the world's afleep how now ? where's that mungrel ? : Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not the ...
... Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? call the clotpole back where's my fool , ho ? I think , the world's afleep how now ? where's that mungrel ? : Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not the ...
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Страница 275 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Страница 89 - tis fittest. Cor. 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.
Страница 299 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Страница 279 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Страница 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Страница 276 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Страница 102 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Страница 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Страница 6 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Страница 52 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.