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... feel no pain . K. Hen . Ah , what a sign it is of evil life , When death's approach is seen so terrible ! War . Beaufort , it is thy sovereign speaks to thee . Car . Bring me unto my trial when you will . Died he not in his bed ? where ...
... feel no pain . K. Hen . Ah , what a sign it is of evil life , When death's approach is seen so terrible ! War . Beaufort , it is thy sovereign speaks to thee . Car . Bring me unto my trial when you will . Died he not in his bed ? where ...
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... feel what wretches feel , That thou mayst shake the superflux to them , And show the Heavens more just . CORDELIA ON THE INGRATITUDE OF HER SISTERS . Cor . O my dear father ! Restoration , hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this ...
... feel what wretches feel , That thou mayst shake the superflux to them , And show the Heavens more just . CORDELIA ON THE INGRATITUDE OF HER SISTERS . Cor . O my dear father ! Restoration , hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this ...
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... feel this pin prick . ' Would I were assured Of my condition . Cor . O , look upon me , sir , And hold your hands in benediction o'er me : No , sir , you must not kneel . Lear . Pray , do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man ...
... feel this pin prick . ' Would I were assured Of my condition . Cor . O , look upon me , sir , And hold your hands in benediction o'er me : No , sir , you must not kneel . Lear . Pray , do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man ...
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... feel my heart new open'd . O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ...
... feel my heart new open'd . O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ...
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... feel it ? No. Is it insensible No. Doth he hear it ? But will it not live with then ? Yea , to the dead . the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : -therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my ...
... feel it ? No. Is it insensible No. Doth he hear it ? But will it not live with then ? Yea , to the dead . the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : -therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my ...
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Seite 178 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Seite 183 - 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 75 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Seite 231 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Seite 129 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite 36 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Seite 188 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Seite 158 - 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 189 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Seite 164 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.