King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, 4 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 psl. |
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... on't : Let there be no honour , Where there is beauty ; truth , where semblance ; love , Where there's another man : The vows of women Of no more bondage be , to where they are made , Than they are to their virtues ; which is nothing ...
... on't : Let there be no honour , Where there is beauty ; truth , where semblance ; love , Where there's another man : The vows of women Of no more bondage be , to where they are made , Than they are to their virtues ; which is nothing ...
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... on't , I would adventure . Pisanio . Well , then here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; Forethinking this , I have already fit " Tis in my cloakbag , ) doublet , hat , hose , all That answer ...
... on't , I would adventure . Pisanio . Well , then here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; Forethinking this , I have already fit " Tis in my cloakbag , ) doublet , hat , hose , all That answer ...
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... on't . Such a foe , good Heavens ! [ She goes into the Cave Enter Belarius , Guiderius , and Arviragus . Bel . You , Polydore , have prov'd best woodman , and Are master of the feast : Cadwal , and I , Will play the cook , and servant ...
... on't . Such a foe , good Heavens ! [ She goes into the Cave Enter Belarius , Guiderius , and Arviragus . Bel . You , Polydore , have prov'd best woodman , and Are master of the feast : Cadwal , and I , Will play the cook , and servant ...
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... on't . I hope , a dream ; For , so , I thought I was a cave - keeper , And cook to honest creatures . Good faith , I tremble still with fear : But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye , fear'd gods ...
... on't . I hope , a dream ; For , so , I thought I was a cave - keeper , And cook to honest creatures . Good faith , I tremble still with fear : But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye , fear'd gods ...
78 psl.
... on't Revengingly enfeebles me ; or could this carl , A very drudge of nature's , have subdu'd me In my profession ? Knighthoods and honours , borne As I wear mine , are titles but of scorn . With Heaven against me , what is sword or ...
... on't Revengingly enfeebles me ; or could this carl , A very drudge of nature's , have subdu'd me In my profession ? Knighthoods and honours , borne As I wear mine , are titles but of scorn . With Heaven against me , what is sword or ...
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art thou ARVIRAGUS ATTENDANTS Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Caius call'd Casca Cassius Cawdor Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cord Cordelia CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Diom dost doth Edgar Edmund Enob ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLEANCE fortunes friends Fulvia give Glost Gloster gods GONERIL Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart Heaven honour i'the Iach Imog Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent KING LEAR Lady look lord LUCIUS Macb Macbeth Macd MACDUFF madam Mark Antony master night noble o'the Octavius on't pardon peace Pisanio Pleb poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Regan Roman Rome royal SCENE SEYTON sleep soldier speak sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Thunder Thyr Trebonius twas villain What's Witch word worthy
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5 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
18 psl. - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
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36 psl. - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
77 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
39 psl. - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
59 psl. - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
38 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
39 psl. - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
35 psl. - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...