The Plays of William Shakspeare, Svazek 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Strana 31
... hast power to shake my manhood thus : [ To Goneril . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented ' woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about ...
... hast power to shake my manhood thus : [ To Goneril . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented ' woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about ...
Strana 51
... hast thou not forgot , Wherein I thee endow'd . Reg . Good sir , to the purpose . [ Trumpets within . What trumpet's that ? Lear . Who put my man i'the stocks ? Corn . Enter Steward . Reg . I know't , my sister's : this approves her ...
... hast thou not forgot , Wherein I thee endow'd . Reg . Good sir , to the purpose . [ Trumpets within . What trumpet's that ? Lear . Who put my man i'the stocks ? Corn . Enter Steward . Reg . I know't , my sister's : this approves her ...
Strana 59
... hast within thee undivulged crimes , Unwhipp'd of justice : Hide thee , thou bloody hand ; Thou perjur'd , and thou simular3 man of virtue , That art incestuous : Caitiff , to pieces shake , That under covert and convenient seeming4 Hast ...
... hast within thee undivulged crimes , Unwhipp'd of justice : Hide thee , thou bloody hand ; Thou perjur'd , and thou simular3 man of virtue , That art incestuous : Caitiff , to pieces shake , That under covert and convenient seeming4 Hast ...
Strana 63
... Hast thou given all to thy two daughters ? And art thou come to this ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame , through ford and whirlpool , over bog and quagmire ; that hath ...
... Hast thou given all to thy two daughters ? And art thou come to this ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame , through ford and whirlpool , over bog and quagmire ; that hath ...
Strana 64
... hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , 1 served the lust of my mistress's heart , and did the act of darkness with her ; swore as many oaths as I spake words ...
... hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , 1 served the lust of my mistress's heart , and did the act of darkness with her ; swore as many oaths as I spake words ...
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Alack art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Tybalt villain What's wife wilt
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Strana 341 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strana 187 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Strana 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Strana 19 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Strana 273 - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Strana 281 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strana 406 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Strana 8 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Strana 279 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Strana 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.