King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Volumen4Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 páginas |
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... sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his posses- sions , and live beloved of your brother . Sleep till I wak'd him , you should enjoy Half his possessions ! —Edgar to write this ' Gainst his indulgent father ! Death and hell ...
... sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his posses- sions , and live beloved of your brother . Sleep till I wak'd him , you should enjoy Half his possessions ! —Edgar to write this ' Gainst his indulgent father ! Death and hell ...
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... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . Farewell t'ye , sir . [ Exit Gloster into the Castle . Good king , that must ... Sleeps . SCENE III . A Forest . Enter Edgar . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd , And by the friendly hollow of a ...
... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . Farewell t'ye , sir . [ Exit Gloster into the Castle . Good king , that must ... Sleeps . SCENE III . A Forest . Enter Edgar . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd , And by the friendly hollow of a ...
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... sleep to death . Enter CORNWALL , REGAN , CAPTAIN of the Guards , and Attendants from the Castle . Oh ! are you come ? Corn . Health to the king ! Reg . I am glad to see your highness . Lear . Regan , I think you are ; I know what cause ...
... sleep to death . Enter CORNWALL , REGAN , CAPTAIN of the Guards , and Attendants from the Castle . Oh ! are you come ? Corn . Health to the king ! Reg . I am glad to see your highness . Lear . Regan , I think you are ; I know what cause ...
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... sleep . [ Thunder . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That ' bide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this shock ? your raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ...
... sleep . [ Thunder . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That ' bide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this shock ? your raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ...
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... sleeps on the nettle , with the hedgehog for his pillow ? Whilst Smug ply'd the bellows , She truck'd with her fellows ; The freckle - fac'd Mab Was a blouze and a drab , Yet Swithin made Oberon jealous . — O , torture ! Aran . Alack ...
... sleeps on the nettle , with the hedgehog for his pillow ? Whilst Smug ply'd the bellows , She truck'd with her fellows ; The freckle - fac'd Mab Was a blouze and a drab , Yet Swithin made Oberon jealous . — O , torture ! Aran . Alack ...
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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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Página 5 - 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.
Página 18 - 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...
Página 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 77 - 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.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 59 - 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.
Página 38 - 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.
Página 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 35 - 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...