The Plays, Volumen9Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Gent . You do not meet a man , but frowns : our * bloods * No more obey the heavens , than our courtiers ; Still seem , as does the king's . 2 Gent . But what's the matter ? 1 Gent . His daughter , and the heir of his king- dom , whom ...
... Gent . You do not meet a man , but frowns : our * bloods * No more obey the heavens , than our courtiers ; Still seem , as does the king's . 2 Gent . But what's the matter ? 1 Gent . His daughter , and the heir of his king- dom , whom ...
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... Gent . You speak him far * . 1 Gent . I do extend him , sir , within himself ; Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly † . 2 Gent . What's his name , and birth ? 1 Gent . I cannot delve him to the root : His father Was ...
... Gent . You speak him far * . 1 Gent . I do extend him , sir , within himself ; Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly † . 2 Gent . What's his name , and birth ? 1 Gent . I cannot delve him to the root : His father Was ...
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... Gent . How long is this ago ? 1 Gent . Some twenty years . 2 Gent . That a king's children should be so con- vey'd ! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow , That could not trace them ! 1 Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that ...
... Gent . How long is this ago ? 1 Gent . Some twenty years . 2 Gent . That a king's children should be so con- vey'd ! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow , That could not trace them ! 1 Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that ...
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... Gent . Good - morrow , sir . Cer . Gentlemen , 2 Gent . Good - morrow to your lordship . Why do you stir so early ? 1 Gent . Sir , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook , as the earth did quake ; The very principals * did ...
... Gent . Good - morrow , sir . Cer . Gentlemen , 2 Gent . Good - morrow to your lordship . Why do you stir so early ? 1 Gent . Sir , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook , as the earth did quake ; The very principals * did ...
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... Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restor❜d : And not your knowledge , personal pain , but even Your purse , still open , hath built ...
... Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restor❜d : And not your knowledge , personal pain , but even Your purse , still open , hath built ...
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Página 297 - ... 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 lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Página 380 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 78 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 77 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would.
Página 375 - 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 114 - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Página 369 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Página 366 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
Página 332 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks. — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Página 286 - 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.