The Works of Shakespeare, Band 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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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 de- parture , Shall not be a maid ...
... 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 de- parture , Shall not be a maid ...
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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 darkness ...
... 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 darkness ...
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... fweet eyes , they bleed . Glo . Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both ftile and gate , horfe - way and foot - path : poor Tom hath been fear'd out of his good wits . Blefs = thee , good man , from the foul fiend . Five fiends have ...
... fweet eyes , they bleed . Glo . Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both ftile and gate , horfe - way and foot - path : poor Tom hath been fear'd out of his good wits . Blefs = thee , good man , from the foul fiend . Five fiends have ...
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... fweet lord , You know the goodness I intend upon you : Tell me but truly , but then speak the truth , Do you not love my fifter ? Edm . In honour'd love . Reg . But have you never found my brother's way Tothe fore - fended place ? Edm ...
... fweet lord , You know the goodness I intend upon you : Tell me but truly , but then speak the truth , Do you not love my fifter ? Edm . In honour'd love . Reg . But have you never found my brother's way Tothe fore - fended place ? Edm ...
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... fweet knaves , and all this courtefie ! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey . Alc . You have fav'd my longing , and I feed ( 3 ) That I had no angry Wit to be a Lord . ] This Reading is abfurd , and unintelligible . But ...
... fweet knaves , and all this courtefie ! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey . Alc . You have fav'd my longing , and I feed ( 3 ) That I had no angry Wit to be a Lord . ] This Reading is abfurd , and unintelligible . But ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.