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... friend . Edm . My fervices to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and fue to know you better . Edm . Sir , I fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall [ Trumpets faund , within , again . The ...
... friend . Edm . My fervices to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and fue to know you better . Edm . Sir , I fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall [ Trumpets faund , within , again . The ...
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... friend , Lay Comforts to your bofom ; and beftow Your needful counfel to our bufineffes , Which crave the inftant ufe . Glo . I ferve you , Madam : Your Graces are right welcome . Enter Kent , and Steward , feverally . [ Exeunt Stew ...
... friend , Lay Comforts to your bofom ; and beftow Your needful counfel to our bufineffes , Which crave the inftant ufe . Glo . I ferve you , Madam : Your Graces are right welcome . Enter Kent , and Steward , feverally . [ Exeunt Stew ...
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... friend ; ' tis the Duke's pleafure , Whofe difpofition , all the world well knows , Will not be rubb'd nor ftop'd . I'll intreat for thee . Kent . Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd and travell'd hard ; Some time I fhall fleep out , the ...
... friend ; ' tis the Duke's pleafure , Whofe difpofition , all the world well knows , Will not be rubb'd nor ftop'd . I'll intreat for thee . Kent . Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd and travell'd hard ; Some time I fhall fleep out , the ...
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... friend , I'm almoft mad my felf ; I had a fon , Now out - law'd from my blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a ...
... friend , I'm almoft mad my felf ; I had a fon , Now out - law'd from my blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a ...
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... friend ; where is the King , my mafter ? Kent . Here , Sir , but trouble him not ; his wits are gone . Glo . Good friend , I pr'ythee , take him in thy arms : I have o'er - heard a plot of death upon him : There is a litter ready , lay ...
... friend ; where is the King , my mafter ? Kent . Here , Sir , but trouble him not ; his wits are gone . Glo . Good friend , I pr'ythee , take him in thy arms : I have o'er - heard a plot of death upon him : There is a litter ready , lay ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.