The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 13G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... be the duty of a child , And that is all I'll show . And wilt thou show no more , quoth he , Than doth thy duty bind ? I well perceive thy love is small , When as no more I find : Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no 8.
... be the duty of a child , And that is all I'll show . And wilt thou show no more , quoth he , Than doth thy duty bind ? I well perceive thy love is small , When as no more I find : Henceforth I banish thee my court , Thou art no 8.
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... child of mine ; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine . Thy elder sisters ' loves are more Than well I can demand , To whom I equally bestow My kingdome and my land , My pompal state and all my goods , That lovingly I ...
... child of mine ; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine . Thy elder sisters ' loves are more Than well I can demand , To whom I equally bestow My kingdome and my land , My pompal state and all my goods , That lovingly I ...
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... children , and to beg For what I lately gave ? I'll go unto my Gonorell ; My second child , I know , Will be more kind and pitiful , And will relieve my woe . Full fast he hies then to her court ; Where when she hears his moan Return'd ...
... children , and to beg For what I lately gave ? I'll go unto my Gonorell ; My second child , I know , Will be more kind and pitiful , And will relieve my woe . Full fast he hies then to her court ; Where when she hears his moan Return'd ...
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... child Was all that love affords : But doubting to repair to her , Whom he had banish'd so , Grew frantic mad ; for in his mind He bore the wounds of woe . Which made him rend his milk - white locks , And tresses from his head , And all ...
... child Was all that love affords : But doubting to repair to her , Whom he had banish'd so , Grew frantic mad ; for in his mind He bore the wounds of woe . Which made him rend his milk - white locks , And tresses from his head , And all ...
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... child e'er lov'd , or father found . A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . Cor . What shall Cordelia do 2 ? Love , and be silent . [ Aside . Lear . Of all these bounds , even from ...
... child e'er lov'd , or father found . A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . Cor . What shall Cordelia do 2 ? Love , and be silent . [ Aside . Lear . Of all these bounds , even from ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman give gleek Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour i'the JOHNSON Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave Lady CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'the Paris poor pray Prince Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Servants Shakspeare sirrah sister slain speak stand stay STEEVENS Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt vex'd villain WARBURTON weep word
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Стр. 120 - 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 yond...
Стр. 76 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Стр. 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Стр. 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Стр. 87 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Стр. 77 - 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. You think...
Стр. 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Стр. 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Стр. 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.