 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 str.
...go first. — [To the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...and half ! Poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the Hacfl. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me ! Kent. Give me thy hand.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 str.
...go first. — [to the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...out from the hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me! Kent. Give me thy hand. — Who's there? Fool. A spirit, a spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 str.
...go first. — [To the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [fVlthin.] Fathom and half, fathom and " half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs out from the Hovel. Fool. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 str.
...Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes t7i. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...them, And show the heavens more just. , . • Edg. [With\n^] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool rum out from the Hovel. Fool. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 str.
...thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you'are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How...superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. \\i-iihin.'] Fathom and half, fathom and half! poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the hovel. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 str.
...sides. Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'eu Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose...out from the Hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me ! Kent. Give me thy hand. — Who's there ? Fool. A spirit, a spirit... | |
 | Alexander Fraser Tytler (lord Woodhouselee.) - 1807 - 464 str.
...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,...superflux to them, " And show the heavens more just ! " K. Lear, Act. in. Sc. 5. " The sentiments here displayed, flow so naturally from " the passions... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 382 str.
...Malaiie. o O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup — ] A kindred thought is found in King Lear : " — Take physick pomp ! " Expose thyself to feel what...superflux to them, " And show the heavens more just." Again, ibidem: " Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man," &c. Maltm?. 7 — — thy sorro-aie —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 386 str.
...O, let those cities, that of Plenty's CK/>— 3 A kindred thought is found in King Lear : " — — Take physick pomp ! " Expose thyself to feel what...superflux to them, " And show the heavens more just." Again, ibidem: " Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man," &c. Malorte. 1 — thy sorrows — ] Perhaps... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 384 str.
...admission of light where windows From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this I Take physick, pomp Expose thyself to feel what wretches...shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.s Edg. rjrwVAi'nJ Fathom7 and half, fathom and halfl Poor Tom ! \The Fool runs out from the Hovel.... | |
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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... 
