The Works of Shakespeare, Volum 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Side 5
... mother could ; where- upon fhe grew round - womb'd ; and had , indeed , Sir , a fon for her cradle , ere fhe had a husband for her bed . Do you fmell a fault ? A 3 Kent . Kent . I cannot wifh the fault undone , the KING LEAR ...
... mother could ; where- upon fhe grew round - womb'd ; and had , indeed , Sir , a fon for her cradle , ere fhe had a husband for her bed . Do you fmell a fault ? A 3 Kent . Kent . I cannot wifh the fault undone , the KING LEAR ...
Side 6
... mother fair ; there was good fport at his making , and the whorfon must be acknowledg'd . Do you know this Nobleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glo . My lord of Kent ; Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend . Edm . My ...
... mother fair ; there was good fport at his making , and the whorfon must be acknowledg'd . Do you know this Nobleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glo . My lord of Kent ; Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend . Edm . My ...
Side 24
... Fool . I have ufed it , nuncle , e'er fince thou mad'st thy daughters thy mothers ; for when thou gav'ft them the rod , and put'it down thy own breeches , Then Then they for fudden joy did weep , And I 24 氯 King LEA R.
... Fool . I have ufed it , nuncle , e'er fince thou mad'st thy daughters thy mothers ; for when thou gav'ft them the rod , and put'it down thy own breeches , Then Then they for fudden joy did weep , And I 24 氯 King LEA R.
Side 28
... mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now , Gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon ...
... mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now , Gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon ...
Side 43
... , that arrant whore , Ne'er turns the key to th ' poor . But , for all this , thou fhalt have as many dolours from Thy dear daughters , as thou canst tell in a year . Lear . Lear . Oh , how this mother fwells up tow'rd King LEA R. 48.
... , that arrant whore , Ne'er turns the key to th ' poor . But , for all this , thou fhalt have as many dolours from Thy dear daughters , as thou canst tell in a year . Lear . Lear . Oh , how this mother fwells up tow'rd King LEA R. 48.
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Side 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Side 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Side 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Side 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Side 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Side 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Side 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Side 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Side 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.