The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... wife Draw lots , who first shall die to lengthen life : Here ftands a lord , and there a lady weeping ; Here many fink , yet those which fee them fall , Have scarce ftrength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks ...
... wife Draw lots , who first shall die to lengthen life : Here ftands a lord , and there a lady weeping ; Here many fink , yet those which fee them fall , Have scarce ftrength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks ...
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... wives , our children , or ourselves , The curfe of heaven and men fucceed their evils ! Till when , ( the which , I hope , shall ne'er be seen , ) Your grace is welcome to our town and us . Per . Which welcome we'll accept ; feast here ...
... wives , our children , or ourselves , The curfe of heaven and men fucceed their evils ! Till when , ( the which , I hope , shall ne'er be seen , ) Your grace is welcome to our town and us . Per . Which welcome we'll accept ; feast here ...
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... wife.- Nay , come ; your hands and lips muft feal it too.- And being join'd , I'll thus your hopes destroy ; — And for a further grief , -God give you joy ! What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Per . Even as my life , my blood that ...
... wife.- Nay , come ; your hands and lips muft feal it too.- And being join'd , I'll thus your hopes destroy ; — And for a further grief , -God give you joy ! What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Per . Even as my life , my blood that ...
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... wife , with envy rare , A prefent murderer does prepare For good Marina , that her daughter Might stand peerlefs by this flaughter . The fooner her vile thoughts to stead , Lychorida , our nurse , is dead ; And curfed Dionyza hath The ...
... wife , with envy rare , A prefent murderer does prepare For good Marina , that her daughter Might stand peerlefs by this flaughter . The fooner her vile thoughts to stead , Lychorida , our nurse , is dead ; And curfed Dionyza hath The ...
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... Wife , take her in ; inftruct her what the has to do , that she may not be raw in her enter- tainment . [ Exeunt PANDER and Pirates . Bawd . Boult , take you the marks of her ; the colour of her hair , complexion , height , age , with ...
... Wife , take her in ; inftruct her what the has to do , that she may not be raw in her enter- tainment . [ Exeunt PANDER and Pirates . Bawd . Boult , take you the marks of her ; the colour of her hair , complexion , height , age , with ...
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Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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93 psl. - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
18 psl. - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
52 psl. - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
97 psl. - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
116 psl. - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
21 psl. - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
114 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.
46 psl. - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
98 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.
66 psl. - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.