The Works of Shakespeare, Svazek 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Strana 10
... See better , Lear , and let me fill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his band on his fword . Alb . Corn ...
... See better , Lear , and let me fill remain The true blank of thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his band on his fword . Alb . Corn ...
Strana 33
... Seeing how lothly oppofite . I ftood . To his unnat'ral purpofe , in fell motion With his prepared fword he charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd my arm ; And when he saw my beft alarmed fpirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , rous'd ...
... Seeing how lothly oppofite . I ftood . To his unnat'ral purpofe , in fell motion With his prepared fword he charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd my arm ; And when he saw my beft alarmed fpirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , rous'd ...
Strana 45
... his horfe butter'd his hay . Enter Cornwall , Regan , Glo'ster , and Servants . Lear . Good morrow to you both . Corn . Hail to your Grace ! [ Kent is fet at liberty . Reg Reg . I am glad to see your Highness . King LEA R. 45.
... his horfe butter'd his hay . Enter Cornwall , Regan , Glo'ster , and Servants . Lear . Good morrow to you both . Corn . Hail to your Grace ! [ Kent is fet at liberty . Reg Reg . I am glad to see your Highness . King LEA R. 45.
Strana 46
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Reg . I am glad to see your Highness . Lear . Regan , I think , you are ; I know , what reafo I have to think fo ; if thou wert not glad , I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb , Sepulchring ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Reg . I am glad to see your Highness . Lear . Regan , I think , you are ; I know , what reafo I have to think fo ; if thou wert not glad , I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb , Sepulchring ...
Strana 69
... See't fhalt thou never . Fellows , hold the chair . Upon thefe eyes of thine I'll fet my foot . [ Glo'fter is held down , while Cornwall treads out one of his eyes . Glo . He , that will think to live ' till he be old , Give me fome ...
... See't fhalt thou never . Fellows , hold the chair . Upon thefe eyes of thine I'll fet my foot . [ Glo'fter is held down , while Cornwall treads out one of his eyes . Glo . He , that will think to live ' till he be old , Give me fome ...
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Strana 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Strana 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Strana 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 277 - 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.
Strana 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Strana 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Strana 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Strana 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Strana 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.