The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volum 14C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
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Side 143
... Corn . Dear sir , forbear.6 Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; 7 Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On ...
... Corn . Dear sir , forbear.6 Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; 7 Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On ...
Side 150
... CORN . ALB . GLO . and Attendants . France . Bid farewel to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loth to call Your faults , as ...
... CORN . ALB . GLO . and Attendants . France . Bid farewel to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loth to call Your faults , as ...
Side 193
... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O , madam ...
... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O , madam ...
Side 194
... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray his practice ; 2 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him . Corn ...
... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray his practice ; 2 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him . Corn ...
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... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
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Side 7 - Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day with patient expectation To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Side 14 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Side 15 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Side 76 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones : So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Side 330 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Side 79 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 161 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — 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...
Side 93 - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Side 76 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
Side 93 - Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well : For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better ? Bru.