The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Band 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... Queen . Seeming here means specious . 3 i . e . oums . 4 That is , I cannot decide to take her upon such terms ; or , such conditions leave me no choice . I would not from your love make such a stray 16 [ ACT I KING LEAR .
... Queen . Seeming here means specious . 3 i . e . oums . 4 That is , I cannot decide to take her upon such terms ; or , such conditions leave me no choice . I would not from your love make such a stray 16 [ ACT I KING LEAR .
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... queen of us , of ours , and our fair France ; Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Shall buy this unprized precious maid of me.- Bid them farewell , Cordelia , though unkind ; Thou losest here , a better where to find . Lear . Thou ...
... queen of us , of ours , and our fair France ; Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Shall buy this unprized precious maid of me.- Bid them farewell , Cordelia , though unkind ; Thou losest here , a better where to find . Lear . Thou ...
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... queen to any demonstration of grief ? Gent . Ay , sir ; she took them , read them in my presence ; And now and then an ample tear trilled down Her delicate cheek . It seemed , she was a queen Over her passion ; who , most rebel - like ...
... queen to any demonstration of grief ? Gent . Ay , sir ; she took them , read them in my presence ; And now and then an ample tear trilled down Her delicate cheek . It seemed , she was a queen Over her passion ; who , most rebel - like ...
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... queen on special cause is here , Her army is moved on . Edg . Glo . You ever - gentle gods , take my breath from me ; Let not my worser spirit To die before you please ! Edg . I thank you , sir . [ Exit Gent . tempt me again Well pray ...
... queen on special cause is here , Her army is moved on . Edg . Glo . You ever - gentle gods , take my breath from me ; Let not my worser spirit To die before you please ! Edg . I thank you , sir . [ Exit Gent . tempt me again Well pray ...
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... queen ; My reason all the same ; and they are ready To - morrow , or at further space , to appear Where you shall hold your session . [ At this time We sweat and bleed ; the friend hath lost his friend ; And the best quarrels , in the ...
... queen ; My reason all the same ; and they are ready To - morrow , or at further space , to appear Where you shall hold your session . [ At this time We sweat and bleed ; the friend hath lost his friend ; And the best quarrels , in the ...
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Seite 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Seite 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Seite 335 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 431 - As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Seite 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 197 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 102 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Seite 349 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...