The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... noble son , ( for so I now must call you ) What I have done thus publick , is not only To add a comfort in particular To you or me , but all ; and to confirm The nobles , and the gentry of these kingdoms , By oath to your fücceffion ...
... noble son , ( for so I now must call you ) What I have done thus publick , is not only To add a comfort in particular To you or me , but all ; and to confirm The nobles , and the gentry of these kingdoms , By oath to your fücceffion ...
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... fpeeches , Than the large fpeaker of them . Enter Philafter : Phi . Right noble Sir , as low as my obedience , And with a heart as loyal as my knee , I beg your favour . C 2 King . King . Rife ; you have it , Sir . PHILA S TE R. 19.
... fpeeches , Than the large fpeaker of them . Enter Philafter : Phi . Right noble Sir , as low as my obedience , And with a heart as loyal as my knee , I beg your favour . C 2 King . King . Rife ; you have it , Sir . PHILA S TE R. 19.
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... Noble Sir , your hand , I am your fervant . King . Away , I do not like this : For this time I do pardon your wild speech . [ Exeunt King , Pha . Are . and train . Dion . See , how his fancy labours : Has he not Spoke home and bravely ...
... Noble Sir , your hand , I am your fervant . King . Away , I do not like this : For this time I do pardon your wild speech . [ Exeunt King , Pha . Are . and train . Dion . See , how his fancy labours : Has he not Spoke home and bravely ...
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... noble things , As fools in ftrife throw gold into the sea , Drown'd in the doing : But , I know , he fears . Lady . Fear ? madam , methought , his looks hid more Of love than fear . Are . Of love ? to whom ? to you ? Did you deliver ...
... noble things , As fools in ftrife throw gold into the sea , Drown'd in the doing : But , I know , he fears . Lady . Fear ? madam , methought , his looks hid more Of love than fear . Are . Of love ? to whom ? to you ? Did you deliver ...
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... noble life : Yet would be loth to have pofterity Find in our ftories , that Philafter gave His right unto a fceptre , and a crown , To fave a lady's longing . Are . Nay , then hear : I muft , and will have them , and more . Phi . What ...
... noble life : Yet would be loth to have pofterity Find in our ftories , that Philafter gave His right unto a fceptre , and a crown , To fave a lady's longing . Are . Nay , then hear : I muft , and will have them , and more . Phi . What ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 188 - 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 193 - 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 183 - 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 122 - ... 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 193 - 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 101 - 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 154 - 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 156 - 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 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 186 - 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?