The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 6 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... fed the Cuckoo fo long , That it had its head bit off by its young ; So out went the candle , and we were left darkling . Lear . Are you our daughter ? VOL . VI . B Gon . Gon . I would , you would make ufe of King LEAR , 25.
... fed the Cuckoo fo long , That it had its head bit off by its young ; So out went the candle , and we were left darkling . Lear . Are you our daughter ? VOL . VI . B Gon . Gon . I would , you would make ufe of King LEAR , 25.
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... head . And thy dear judgment out . - Go , go , my people . Alb . My Lord , I'm guiltlefs , as I'm ignorant , Of what hath mov'd you . Lear . It may be fo , my Lord- Hear , Nature , hear ; dear Goddefs , hear a father ! Sufpend thy ...
... head . And thy dear judgment out . - Go , go , my people . Alb . My Lord , I'm guiltlefs , as I'm ignorant , Of what hath mov'd you . Lear . It may be fo , my Lord- Hear , Nature , hear ; dear Goddefs , hear a father ! Sufpend thy ...
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... head in , not to give it away to his daughter's , and leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature : fo kind a father ! be my horfes ready ? Fool . Fool . Thy affes are gone about ' em ; 30 King LE AR .
... head in , not to give it away to his daughter's , and leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature : fo kind a father ! be my horfes ready ? Fool . Fool . Thy affes are gone about ' em ; 30 King LE AR .
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... heads , dogs and bears by th ' neck , monkeys by th ' loins , and men by th ' legs ; when a man is over - lufty at legs then he wears wooden nether stocks . Lear . What's he , that hath fo much thy Place miftook , To fet thee here ...
... heads , dogs and bears by th ' neck , monkeys by th ' loins , and men by th ' legs ; when a man is over - lufty at legs then he wears wooden nether stocks . Lear . What's he , that hath fo much thy Place miftook , To fet thee here ...
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... head . And thou all - fhaking thunder , Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th ' world ; Crack nature's mould , all germins fpill at once ( 14 ) That make ingrateful man . Fool . O nuncle , court - holy - water in a dry houfe is better ...
... head . And thou all - fhaking thunder , Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th ' world ; Crack nature's mould , all germins fpill at once ( 14 ) That make ingrateful man . Fool . O nuncle , court - holy - water in a dry houfe is better ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1752 |
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275 psl. - 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.
89 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.
299 psl. - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
279 psl. - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
283 psl. - 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.
276 psl. - 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.
102 psl. - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever ! I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
289 psl. - 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.
6 psl. - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
52 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.