The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volumen9 |
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... enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Thou foolish thing ! - [ To the Queen . ' Beseech your patience : -Peace , Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen . Dear lady daughter , peace ; Sweet ...
... enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Thou foolish thing ! - [ To the Queen . ' Beseech your patience : -Peace , Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen . Dear lady daughter , peace ; Sweet ...
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... Enter IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd ; -O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
... Enter IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd ; -O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
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... Enter CLOTEN and Lords . 1 Lord . Your lordship is the most patient man in loss , the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace . Clo . It would make any man cold to lose . 1 Lord . But not every man patient , after the noble temper of your ...
... Enter CLOTEN and Lords . 1 Lord . Your lordship is the most patient man in loss , the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace . Clo . It would make any man cold to lose . 1 Lord . But not every man patient , after the noble temper of your ...
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... Enter CYMBELINE and Queen . 2 Lord . Here comes the king . - Clo . I am glad , I was up so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good mor- row to your majesty ...
... Enter CYMBELINE and Queen . 2 Lord . Here comes the king . - Clo . I am glad , I was up so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good mor- row to your majesty ...
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... Enter IACHIMO . See ! lachimo ? Post . The swiftest harts have posted you by land : And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails , To make your vessel nimble . Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I hope , the briefness of your answer made ...
... Enter IACHIMO . See ! lachimo ? Post . The swiftest harts have posted you by land : And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails , To make your vessel nimble . Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I hope , the briefness of your answer made ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Página 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Página 433 - 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 ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 375 - 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...
Página 374 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Página 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Página 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Página 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?