The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his beft ward . Leo . Well faid , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were strong ; But let him fay fo then , and let him go ; But let him ( wear fo , and he fhall ...
... gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his beft ward . Leo . Well faid , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were strong ; But let him fay fo then , and let him go ; But let him ( wear fo , and he fhall ...
Page 12
... Gone already ! Inch thick , knee deep ; o'er head and ears a fork'd one . Go play , boy , play - thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but fo disgrac'd a part , whose iffue Will hifs me to my grave : contempt and clamour Will be my knell ...
... Gone already ! Inch thick , knee deep ; o'er head and ears a fork'd one . Go play , boy , play - thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but fo disgrac'd a part , whose iffue Will hifs me to my grave : contempt and clamour Will be my knell ...
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... gone , When I fhall guft it laft . How came't , Camillo , That he did ftay ? Cam . At the good Queen's entreaty . Leo . At the Queen's be't ; good should be pertinent ; But fo it is , it is not . Was this taken By any understanding pate ...
... gone , When I fhall guft it laft . How came't , Camillo , That he did ftay ? Cam . At the good Queen's entreaty . Leo . At the Queen's be't ; good should be pertinent ; But fo it is , it is not . Was this taken By any understanding pate ...
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... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my reft Might come to me again . Who's there ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . My Lord . Leo . How does the boy ? Atten . He took good rest To - night , ' tis hop'd , his fickness is discharg'd . Leo ...
... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my reft Might come to me again . Who's there ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . My Lord . Leo . How does the boy ? Atten . He took good rest To - night , ' tis hop'd , his fickness is discharg'd . Leo ...
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... gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis yours ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , fo , farewel , we are gone ...
... gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis yours ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , fo , farewel , we are gone ...
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Page 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 161 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
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Page 164 - 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.
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Page 161 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Page 266 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 270 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
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