The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen13G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Serv . Hold your hand , my lord : I have serv'd you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . Reg . How now , you dog ? Serv . If you did wear a beard upon your chin , I'd shake it ...
... Serv . Hold your hand , my lord : I have serv'd you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . Reg . How now , you dog ? Serv . If you did wear a beard upon your chin , I'd shake it ...
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Serv . O , I am slain ! -My lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him : -O ! [ dies ... Serv . If she live long , And , in the end , meet the old course 104 KING LEAR .
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Serv . O , I am slain ! -My lord , you have one eye left To see some mischief on him : -O ! [ dies ... Serv . If she live long , And , in the end , meet the old course 104 KING LEAR .
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... Serv . Let's follow the old earl , and get the Bedlam To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing . 2 Serv . Go thou ; I'll fetch some flax , and whites of eggs , To apply to his bleeding face . Now ...
... Serv . Let's follow the old earl , and get the Bedlam To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing . 2 Serv . Go thou ; I'll fetch some flax , and whites of eggs , To apply to his bleeding face . Now ...
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... Serv . Find them out , whose names are written here ? It is written - that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find ...
... Serv . Find them out , whose names are written here ? It is written - that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find ...
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... Serv . God gi ' good e'en . - I pray , sir , can you read ? Rom . Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book : But I pray , can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters ...
... Serv . God gi ' good e'en . - I pray , sir , can you read ? Rom . Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book : But I pray , can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman give gleek Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour i'the JOHNSON Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave Lady CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'the Paris poor pray Prince Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Servants Shakspeare sirrah sister slain speak stand stay STEEVENS Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt vex'd villain WARBURTON weep word
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Página 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Página 76 - 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.
Página 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Página 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 87 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Página 77 - Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall— I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Página 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Página 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Página 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.