The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumen6C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... fool . Lear . A bitter fool ! - [ To Kent . Fool . Doft thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a fweet one ? Lear . No , lad , teach me . Fool . Fool . That Lord , that counfel'd thee to give King LE A R. 23.
... fool . Lear . A bitter fool ! - [ To Kent . Fool . Doft thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a fweet one ? Lear . No , lad , teach me . Fool . Fool . That Lord , that counfel'd thee to give King LE A R. 23.
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... fweet and bitter fool will prefently appear , The one , in motley here ; the other , found out there . Lear . Doft thou call me fool , boy ? Fool . All thy other titles thou hast given away ; that thou waft born with . Kent . This is ...
... fweet and bitter fool will prefently appear , The one , in motley here ; the other , found out there . Lear . Doft thou call me fool , boy ? Fool . All thy other titles thou hast given away ; that thou waft born with . Kent . This is ...
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... fweet heav'n ! Keep me in temper , I would not be mad . Enter Gentleman . How now , are the horses ready ? Gent . Ready , my Lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that's a maid now , and laughs at my departure , Shall not be a maid long ...
... fweet heav'n ! Keep me in temper , I would not be mad . Enter Gentleman . How now , are the horses ready ? Gent . Ready , my Lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that's a maid now , and laughs at my departure , Shall not be a maid long ...
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... fweet sway ( 11 ) Hallow obedience , if yourfelves are old , Make it your caufe ; fend down , and take my part . Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how ...
... fweet sway ( 11 ) Hallow obedience , if yourfelves are old , Make it your caufe ; fend down , and take my part . Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by th ' hand , Sir ? how ...
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... fweet heart on proud array . Tom's a - cold . Lear . What haft thou been ? Edg . A ferving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curl'd my hair , wore gloves in my cap , ferv'd the luft of my mistress's heart , and did the act of ...
... fweet heart on proud array . Tom's a - cold . Lear . What haft thou been ? Edg . A ferving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curl'd my hair , wore gloves in my cap , ferv'd the luft of my mistress's heart , and did the act of ...
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Página 275 - 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 89 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 299 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 279 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
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 276 - 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 102 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
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 6 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Página 52 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.