The Works of Shakespeare, Band 9Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say They love you all ? Haply ...
... fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say They love you all ? Haply ...
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... fortune are his love , I shall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art most rich , being poor , Most choice forsaken , and most loved despised , Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be it lawful I take up what's cast ...
... fortune are his love , I shall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art most rich , being poor , Most choice forsaken , and most loved despised , Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be it lawful I take up what's cast ...
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... fortune's alms . You have obedience scanted , And well are worth the want that you have wanted . Cor . Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides : Who cover faults , at last shame them derides . Well may you prosper ! France . Come ...
... fortune's alms . You have obedience scanted , And well are worth the want that you have wanted . Cor . Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides : Who cover faults , at last shame them derides . Well may you prosper ! France . Come ...
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... fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may speak more ...
... fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may speak more ...
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... fortune , —often the surfeit of our own behaviour , —we make guilty 130 of our disasters the sun , the moon , and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity ; fools by hea- venly compulsion ; knaves , thieves , and treachers , by ...
... fortune , —often the surfeit of our own behaviour , —we make guilty 130 of our disasters the sun , the moon , and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity ; fools by hea- venly compulsion ; knaves , thieves , and treachers , by ...
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Banquo better blood Cæs Cæsar Cawdor Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death Doct dost doth duke Edgar Edmund Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS farewell father fear fellow Fleance Fool fortune friends Fulvia Gent give Glou Gloucester gods Goneril grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither Holinshed honour Iras Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave Lady Lear Lepidus look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach madam Mark Antony master Mess Messenger murder never night noble nuncle Octavia Parthia Pompey poor pray Prithee queen Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE Shakespeare sister sleep Sold Soldiers speak sword tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought villain What's Witch
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Seite 177 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Seite 206 - 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 prey do rouse.
Seite 187 - Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry ' Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep ' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? 40 Macb. Still it cried ' Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more : Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Seite 176 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do 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.
Seite 180 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 127 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 299 - Never; he will not; 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 88 - 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! come, unbutton here.
Seite 19 - Tell me, my daughters Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state,— Which of you shall we say doth love us most ( That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.— Goneril, . Our eldest-born, speak first.
Seite 298 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, 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...