The Plays, 9 tomasOtridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... gods , give me but this I have , * And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the ring . While sense + can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you ...
... gods , give me but this I have , * And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the ring . While sense + can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you ...
15 psl.
... gods . Iach . Which the gods have given you ? Post . Which , by their graces , I will keep . Jach . You may wear her in title yours : but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds . Your ring may be stolen too : so , of ...
... gods . Iach . Which the gods have given you ? Post . Which , by their graces , I will keep . Jach . You may wear her in title yours : but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds . Your ring may be stolen too : so , of ...
17 psl.
... gods it is one : -If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too . If I come off , and leave her in such honour as you have ...
... gods it is one : -If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too . If I come off , and leave her in such honour as you have ...
24 psl.
... gods to venge it , Not mine to speak on't . Imo . You do seem to know Something of me or what concerns me ; ' Pray you ( Since doubting things go ill , often hurts more Than to be sure they do : For certainties Either are past remedies ...
... gods to venge it , Not mine to speak on't . Imo . You do seem to know Something of me or what concerns me ; ' Pray you ( Since doubting things go ill , often hurts more Than to be sure they do : For certainties Either are past remedies ...
26 psl.
... god : He hath a kind of honour sets him off , More than a mortal seeming . Be not angry , Most mighty princess , that I ... gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray , your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : Take my power i'the ...
... god : He hath a kind of honour sets him off , More than a mortal seeming . Be not angry , Most mighty princess , that I ... gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray , your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : Take my power i'the ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd Chiron Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain Сут
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297 psl. - ... 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 : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
380 psl. - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
78 psl. - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
77 psl. - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would.
375 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.
114 psl. - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
369 psl. - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
366 psl. - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy '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' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
332 psl. - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, 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.
286 psl. - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.