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Didst thou give all to thy daughters ? and art thou come to this ? Edgar . Who
gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and
through flame , through ford and whirlpool , o'er bog and quagmire ; that hath laid
knives ...
Didst thou give all to thy daughters ? and art thou come to this ? Edgar . Who
gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and
through flame , through ford and whirlpool , o'er bog and quagmire ; that hath laid
knives ...
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Edgar , Away , old man , give me your hand , away ! King Lear has lost ; he and
his daughter ta'en : Give me your hand . Come on ! Gloc . No farther , Sir ; a man
may rot , even here . Edgar . What ! in ill thoughts again ? men must endure Their
...
Edgar , Away , old man , give me your hand , away ! King Lear has lost ; he and
his daughter ta'en : Give me your hand . Come on ! Gloc . No farther , Sir ; a man
may rot , even here . Edgar . What ! in ill thoughts again ? men must endure Their
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Give me a look , give me a face , That makes fimplicity a grace ; Robes loosely
flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries
of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . Enter Truewit . Tru . Why , here's
...
Give me a look , give me a face , That makes fimplicity a grace ; Robes loosely
flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries
of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . Enter Truewit . Tru . Why , here's
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Give the priest an angel for himself , Cutberd , and a brace of angels for his cold .
It is fit we should thank fortune , double to nature , for any benefit she confers
upon us : Besides , it is his imperfection , but my solace . [ Exit Cutberd . ] How
much ...
Give the priest an angel for himself , Cutberd , and a brace of angels for his cold .
It is fit we should thank fortune , double to nature , for any benefit she confers
upon us : Besides , it is his imperfection , but my solace . [ Exit Cutberd . ] How
much ...
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Give you joy , fair lady ! Give you joy , Mr. Morose ! I have brought some ladies
here to fee and know you . My lady Haughty , this my lady Centaure , mistress Dol
Mavis , mistress Trusty , my lady Haughty's woman . Tru . Nay , Sir , you must kiss
...
Give you joy , fair lady ! Give you joy , Mr. Morose ! I have brought some ladies
here to fee and know you . My lady Haughty , this my lady Centaure , mistress Dol
Mavis , mistress Trusty , my lady Haughty's woman . Tru . Nay , Sir , you must kiss
...
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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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