The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... bring but five and twenty ; to no more Will I give place or notice . Lear . I gave you all- Reg . And in good time you gave it . Lear . Made you my guardians , my depositaries ; But kept a reservation to be follow'd With such a number ...
... bring but five and twenty ; to no more Will I give place or notice . Lear . I gave you all- Reg . And in good time you gave it . Lear . Made you my guardians , my depositaries ; But kept a reservation to be follow'd With such a number ...
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... bring us to this hovel . [ Exeunt Lear and Kent . Fool . This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.- I'll speak a prophecy ere I go : When priests are more in word than matter ; When brewers mar their malt with water ; When nobles are ...
... bring us to this hovel . [ Exeunt Lear and Kent . Fool . This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.- I'll speak a prophecy ere I go : When priests are more in word than matter ; When brewers mar their malt with water ; When nobles are ...
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... bring you where both fire and food is ready . Lear . First let me talk with this philosopher : - What is the cause of thunder ? Kent . Good my lord , take his offer ; Go into the house . Lear . I'll talk a word with this same learned ...
... bring you where both fire and food is ready . Lear . First let me talk with this philosopher : - What is the cause of thunder ? Kent . Good my lord , take his offer ; Go into the house . Lear . I'll talk a word with this same learned ...
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... Bring in the evi- dence.- Thou robed man of justice , take thy place ; [ To Edgar . And thou , his yoke - fellow of equity , [ To the Fool . Bench by his side : -You are of the commission , Sit you too . [ To Kent . ( 1 ) Edgar is ...
... Bring in the evi- dence.- Thou robed man of justice , take thy place ; [ To Edgar . And thou , his yoke - fellow of equity , [ To the Fool . Bench by his side : -You are of the commission , Sit you too . [ To Kent . ( 1 ) Edgar is ...
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... bring him before us . [ Exeunt other Servants . Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice ; yet our power Shall do a courtesy2 to our wrath , which men May blame , but not control . Who's there ? The traitor ...
... bring him before us . [ Exeunt other Servants . Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice ; yet our power Shall do a courtesy2 to our wrath , which men May blame , but not control . Who's there ? The traitor ...
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Alack art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Tybalt villain What's wife wilt
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341 psl. - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
187 psl. - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
230 psl. - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
19 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
273 psl. - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
281 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
406 psl. - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
8 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.
279 psl. - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
151 psl. - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.