The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... night , the moon shines ; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you : Draw , you whoreson cullionly barbermonger , draw . [ Drawing his sword . ( 1 ) Titles . Stew . Away ; I have nothing to do with Scene II . 39 KING LEAR SCENE 11.-Before ...
... night , the moon shines ; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you : Draw , you whoreson cullionly barbermonger , draw . [ Drawing his sword . ( 1 ) Titles . Stew . Away ; I have nothing to do with Scene II . 39 KING LEAR SCENE 11.-Before ...
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... night , my lord ; and all night too . Kent . Why , madam , if I were your father's dog , You should not use me so . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks brought out . Corn . This is a fellow of the self - same colour Our ...
... night , my lord ; and all night too . Kent . Why , madam , if I were your father's dog , You should not use me so . Reg . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks brought out . Corn . This is a fellow of the self - same colour Our ...
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... night ; smile once more ; turn thy wheel ! [ He sleeps . SCENE III - A part of the heath . Edgar . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd ; And , by the happy hollow of a tree , Enter Escap'd the hunt . No port is free ; no place , That guard ...
... night ; smile once more ; turn thy wheel ! [ He sleeps . SCENE III - A part of the heath . Edgar . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd ; And , by the happy hollow of a tree , Enter Escap'd the hunt . No port is free ; no place , That guard ...
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... night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove . Kent . Lear . How ! Hail to thee , noble master ! Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my lord . Fool . Ha , ha ; look ! he wears cruel3 garters ! Horses are tied by ...
... night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove . Kent . Lear . How ! Hail to thee , noble master ! Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my lord . Fool . Ha , ha ; look ! he wears cruel3 garters ! Horses are tied by ...
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... night comes on , and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle ; for many miles about There's scarce a bush . Reg O , sir , to wilful men , The injuries that they themselves procure , Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; He is ...
... night comes on , and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle ; for many miles about There's scarce a bush . Reg O , sir , to wilful men , The injuries that they themselves procure , Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; He is ...
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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.