The Works of Shakespeare, Band 9Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... heart was greatly com- forted . ' She raises a great army and fleet , they cross over to Britain , fight a great battle in which the dukes are slain , and then was Leir restored to his Kingdom , which he ruled . after this by the space ...
... heart was greatly com- forted . ' She raises a great army and fleet , they cross over to Britain , fight a great battle in which the dukes are slain , and then was Leir restored to his Kingdom , which he ruled . after this by the space ...
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... heart of an old father . Such a character was already hinted in the Leir of the legend . All these germs of tragic un- reason , which the painstaking and matter - of - fact older playwright did his best to eliminate , are expanded and ...
... heart of an old father . Such a character was already hinted in the Leir of the legend . All these germs of tragic un- reason , which the painstaking and matter - of - fact older playwright did his best to eliminate , are expanded and ...
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... heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short : that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense possesses ; And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness ' love ...
... heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short : that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense possesses ; And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness ' love ...
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... heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less . Lear . How , how , Cordelia ! mend your speech a little , Lest it may mar your fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me ...
... heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less . Lear . How , how , Cordelia ! mend your speech a little , Lest it may mar your fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me ...
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... heart from her ! Call France . Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . Cornwall and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers digest this third : Let pride , which she calls plainness , marry her . I do invest you jointly with my power , Pre ...
... heart from her ! Call France . Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . Cornwall and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers digest this third : Let pride , which she calls plainness , marry her . I do invest you jointly with my power , Pre ...
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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...