The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Exit . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world , that , when we are sick in fortune , ( often the surfeit of our own behavior , ) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun , the moon , and the stars ; as if we were villains by ...
... Exit . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world , that , when we are sick in fortune , ( often the surfeit of our own behavior , ) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun , the moon , and the stars ; as if we were villains by ...
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... Exit EDGAR . A credulous father , and a brother noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms , That he suspects none ; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! -I see the business.- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by ...
... Exit EDGAR . A credulous father , and a brother noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms , That he suspects none ; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! -I see the business.- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by ...
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... Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clot- poll back . - Where's my fool , ho ? -I think the world's asleep . - How now ? where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not ...
... Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clot- poll back . - Where's my fool , ho ? -I think the world's asleep . - How now ? where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not ...
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... Exit . Alb . Now , gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon . Never afflict yourself to know the cause ; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it . Re - enter LEAR . Lear . What , fifty of my followers at a ...
... Exit . Alb . Now , gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon . Never afflict yourself to know the cause ; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it . Re - enter LEAR . Lear . What , fifty of my followers at a ...
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... [ Exit Stew . ] No , no , my lord , This milky gentleness , and course of yours , Though I condemn it not , yet , under pardon , You are much more attasked for want of wisdom , Than praised for harmful mildness . Alb . How far your eyes ...
... [ Exit Stew . ] No , no , my lord , This milky gentleness , and course of yours , Though I condemn it not , yet , under pardon , You are much more attasked for want of wisdom , Than praised for harmful mildness . Alb . How far your eyes ...
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