King Lear. Antony and CleopatraHarper & brothers, 1884 |
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... fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear , and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . Now , by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods ...
... fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear , and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . Now , by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods ...
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... fear . I pray you , have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower ; and , as I say , retire with me to my lodging , from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak . Pray ye , go ; there's my key : if you ...
... fear . I pray you , have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower ; and , as I say , retire with me to my lodging , from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak . Pray ye , go ; there's my key : if you ...
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... fear judgment ; to fight when I cannot choose ; and to eat no fish . Lear . What art thou ? Kent . A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king . Lear . If thou be'st as poor for a subject ACT I. SCENE IV . 59.
... fear judgment ; to fight when I cannot choose ; and to eat no fish . Lear . What art thou ? Kent . A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king . Lear . If thou be'st as poor for a subject ACT I. SCENE IV . 59.
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... fear too far . Goneril . 319 Safer than trust too far . Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart . What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister ; If she sustain him and his hundred knights ...
... fear too far . Goneril . 319 Safer than trust too far . Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart . What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister ; If she sustain him and his hundred knights ...
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... fear'd of doing harm ; make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . - For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself , you shall be ours . Natures of such deep trust we shall much need ...
... fear'd of doing harm ; make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . - For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself , you shall be ours . Natures of such deep trust we shall much need ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
1st folio Agrippa Albany Alexas Antony Antony and Cleopatra better Cæsar Capell Charmian Clarke Cleopatra Coll conjecture Cordelia Cornwall Cymb daugh daughters death Delius Dolabella dost early eds Edgar Edmund Egypt Enobarbus Enter Eros Euphronius Exeunt Exit eyes father folio reading follow Fool fortune friends Fulvia Gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril grace Hanmer hath hear heart honour Iras Johnson Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave lady Lear Lear's Lepidus lord Macb madam Malone Mark Antony means Menas Messenger nature night noble noun Octavia Omitted Oswald passion play Pompey poor pray Proculeius quartos quartos read queen Regan remarks Rich Rome says SCENE Schmidt sense Sextus Pompeius Shakespeare's sister Soldier Sonn speak speech Steevens quotes sword Temp thee Theo thine thing thou art thou hast unto verb Warb word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 57 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Seite 152 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Seite 91 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are, in the poorest thing, superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 57 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 46 - 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.
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 103 - Says suum, mun, ha, no, nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by. Storm still LEAR. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on "s are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings!...
Seite 25 - Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies ; for vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Seite 56 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — 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...
Seite 142 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...