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I will not fall alone : What I have known Shall be as public as a print ; all tongues
Shall speak it , as they do the language they Are born in , as free and commonly :
I'll set it Like a prodigious star , for all to gaze at ; And that so high and glowing ...
I will not fall alone : What I have known Shall be as public as a print ; all tongues
Shall speak it , as they do the language they Are born in , as free and commonly :
I'll set it Like a prodigious star , for all to gaze at ; And that so high and glowing ...
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My heart held augury ; you are abus'd ; Some villain has abus'd you : I do fee
Whereto you tend : Fall rocks upon his head , That put this to you ! ' tis some
subtle train , To bring that noble frame of yours to nought . Phi . Thou think'st , I
will be ...
My heart held augury ; you are abus'd ; Some villain has abus'd you : I do fee
Whereto you tend : Fall rocks upon his head , That put this to you ! ' tis some
subtle train , To bring that noble frame of yours to nought . Phi . Thou think'st , I
will be ...
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That you fall , and receive thanks . Coun . If I get clear of this , I'll go see no more
gay fights . [ Exeunt . . Scene , another part of the wood . Enter Bellario , with a
scarf . Bel . Yes , I am hurt ; and ' would to Heay'n it were A death's wound to me !
That you fall , and receive thanks . Coun . If I get clear of this , I'll go see no more
gay fights . [ Exeunt . . Scene , another part of the wood . Enter Bellario , with a
scarf . Bel . Yes , I am hurt ; and ' would to Heay'n it were A death's wound to me !
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Come , my brave myrmidons , let us fall on ; let our caps swarm , my boys , and
your nimble tongues forget your mothers ' gibberith , of what do you lack , and fet
your mouths ' up , children , till your palates fall frighted half a fathom , past the ...
Come , my brave myrmidons , let us fall on ; let our caps swarm , my boys , and
your nimble tongues forget your mothers ' gibberith , of what do you lack , and fet
your mouths ' up , children , till your palates fall frighted half a fathom , past the ...
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Fortune ! mere management . Fortune had not a finger in't . I saw it must
necessarily in nature fall out so : My genius is never false to me in these things .
Shew me how it could be otherwise . Dau . Nay , gentlemen , contend not ; ' tis
well now .
Fortune ! mere management . Fortune had not a finger in't . I saw it must
necessarily in nature fall out so : My genius is never false to me in these things .
Shew me how it could be otherwise . Dau . Nay , gentlemen , contend not ; ' tis
well now .
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arms attend bear Bellario beſt better blood bring Cler comes Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter Dauphine dear death Dion Edgar Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall father fear fellow firſt fortune friends gentlemen give Gloc gods hand hath head hear heart hold honour hope horſe houſe I'll keep Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear leave live look lord madam marry maſter means miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf nature never night noble once Otter Philaſter play poor pray prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Amorous Sir John ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch ſword talk tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought true Truewit virtue Where's woman
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Seite 186 - 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...
Seite 191 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 181 - 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 yon...
Seite 120 - ... 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...
Seite 191 - 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.
Seite 99 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Seite 152 - 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.
Seite 154 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Seite 155 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 184 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
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| Titel | The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent woman Band 3 von The Dramatick Works of George Colman, George Colman |
| Autor/in | George Colman |
| Verlag | T. Becket, 1777 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Jan. 2007 |
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