The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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3 Last night the very gods shew'd me a vision : ( I fast , and pray'd for their
intelligence . ) Thus :I saw Jove's bird , the Roman eagle , wing'd From the
spungy South to this part of the West , There vanilh'd in the sun - beams : which
portends ...
3 Last night the very gods shew'd me a vision : ( I fast , and pray'd for their
intelligence . ) Thus :I saw Jove's bird , the Roman eagle , wing'd From the
spungy South to this part of the West , There vanilh'd in the sun - beams : which
portends ...
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If this be so , the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy . Pif . How
fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav'st me poison :
dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not , where princes are . Cym . The tune of
Imogen ...
If this be so , the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy . Pif . How
fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav'st me poison :
dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not , where princes are . Cym . The tune of
Imogen ...
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You see me here , you gods , a 7 poor old man , As full of grief as age : wretched
in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me
not so much To bear it tamely ; 8 touch me with noble anger ! O , let not womens ...
You see me here , you gods , a 7 poor old man , As full of grief as age : wretched
in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me
not so much To bear it tamely ; 8 touch me with noble anger ! O , let not womens ...
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Glo . Unmerciful lady as you are ! I am none . Corn . To this chair bind him.-
Villain , thou shalt find [ Regan plucks his beard . Glo . 5 By the kind gods , ' tis
most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and such a traitor !
Glo .
Glo . Unmerciful lady as you are ! I am none . Corn . To this chair bind him.-
Villain , thou shalt find [ Regan plucks his beard . Glo . 5 By the kind gods , ' tis
most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and such a traitor !
Glo .
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3 Upon such facrifices , my Cordelia , The gods themselves throw incense . Have
I caught thee ? He And take upon's the my ? ery of things , As if we were God's
spies.- ] As if we were angels commilicned to survey and report the lives of men ...
3 Upon such facrifices , my Cordelia , The gods themselves throw incense . Have
I caught thee ? He And take upon's the my ? ery of things , As if we were God's
spies.- ] As if we were angels commilicned to survey and report the lives of men ...
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Seite 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Seite 462 - 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 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 392 - 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.
Seite 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Seite 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Seite 451 - 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.
Seite 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Seite 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...