The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... use , I will unmov'dly hear . Are . Fain would I fpeak , and yet the words are fuch I have to fay , and do fo ill befeem The mouth of woman , that I wish them faid , And And yet am loth to utter them . - Oh 28 PHILASTER .
... use , I will unmov'dly hear . Are . Fain would I fpeak , and yet the words are fuch I have to fay , and do fo ill befeem The mouth of woman , that I wish them faid , And And yet am loth to utter them . - Oh 28 PHILASTER .
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... use But to be buried in . Phi . Is't poffible ! Are . With it , it were too little to bestow On thee : Now , though thy breath doth ftrike me . dead , ( Which , know , it may ) I have unript my breaft . Phi . Madam , you are too full of ...
... use But to be buried in . Phi . Is't poffible ! Are . With it , it were too little to bestow On thee : Now , though thy breath doth ftrike me . dead , ( Which , know , it may ) I have unript my breaft . Phi . Madam , you are too full of ...
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... use thee ? For I fhall guefs her love to me by that . Bel . Scarce like her servant , but as if I were Something allied to her , or had preferv'd Her life three times by my fidelity : As mothers fond do ufe their only fons ; As I'd use ...
... use thee ? For I fhall guefs her love to me by that . Bel . Scarce like her servant , but as if I were Something allied to her , or had preferv'd Her life three times by my fidelity : As mothers fond do ufe their only fons ; As I'd use ...
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... use of your good wisdom , Whereof I know you are fraught , and put away Thefe difpofitions , which of late transport you From what you rightly are . Lear . Does any here know me ? this is not Lear : Does Lear walk thus ? fpeak thus ...
... use of your good wisdom , Whereof I know you are fraught , and put away Thefe difpofitions , which of late transport you From what you rightly are . Lear . Does any here know me ? this is not Lear : Does Lear walk thus ? fpeak thus ...
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... use me thus ? I know thee not . Kent . Fellow , I know thee . ay shit 10 LEN Stew . What doft thou know me for ? # Kent . A knave , a rafcal , an eater of broken meats , a base , proud , fhallow , beggarly , three- fuited , hundred ...
... use me thus ? I know thee not . Kent . Fellow , I know thee . ay shit 10 LEN Stew . What doft thou know me for ? # Kent . A knave , a rafcal , an eater of broken meats , a base , proud , fhallow , beggarly , three- fuited , hundred ...
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againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
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188 psl. - 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...
193 psl. - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
183 psl. - 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...
122 psl. - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by 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...
193 psl. - 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.
101 psl. - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
154 psl. - 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.
156 psl. - 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.
157 psl. - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
186 psl. - 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?