The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 8Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... young fellow's mother could : where- upon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being ...
... young fellow's mother could : where- upon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being ...
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... young love The vines of France , and milk of Burgundy , Strive to be interess'd ; what can you say , to draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can ...
... young love The vines of France , and milk of Burgundy , Strive to be interess'd ; what can you say , to draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can ...
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... young , and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Lear . Let it be so , -Thy truth then be thy dower : For , by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs ...
... young , and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Lear . Let it be so , -Thy truth then be thy dower : For , by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs ...
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... young , sir , to love a woman for singing ; nor so old , to dote on her for any thing : I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me ; if I like thee no worse after dinner , I will not part from thee ...
... young , sir , to love a woman for singing ; nor so old , to dote on her for any thing : I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me ; if I like thee no worse after dinner , I will not part from thee ...
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... young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well . - Go you , and tell my daughter , I would speak with her.- Go you , call hither my fool.- . Re - enter Steward . Q ...
... young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well . - Go you , and tell my daughter , I would speak with her.- Go you , call hither my fool.- . Re - enter Steward . Q ...
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Seite 104 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 51 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 70 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd 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 ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Seite 61 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! — Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance!
Seite 76 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 53 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 14 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters,— That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 106 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Seite 50 - The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...