The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Side 14
... tears . Dio . I'll do my beft , fir . Cle . This Tharfus , o'er which I have government , ( A city , on whom plenty held full hand , ) For riches , ftrew'd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads fo high , they kifs'd the ...
... tears . Dio . I'll do my beft , fir . Cle . This Tharfus , o'er which I have government , ( A city , on whom plenty held full hand , ) For riches , ftrew'd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads fo high , they kifs'd the ...
Side 15
... largely taste , With their fuperfluous riots , hear these tears ! The mifery of Tharfus may be theirs . Enter a Lord . Lord . Where's the lord governor ? Cle , Cle . Here . Speak out thy forrows which thou 481 . 15 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... largely taste , With their fuperfluous riots , hear these tears ! The mifery of Tharfus may be theirs . Enter a Lord . Lord . Where's the lord governor ? Cle , Cle . Here . Speak out thy forrows which thou 481 . 15 PRINCE OF TYRE .
Side 17
... tears , But to relieve them of their heavy load ; And these our ships you happily may think Are , like the Trojan horfe , war - ftuff'd within , With bloody views , expecting overthrow , Are ftor'd with corn , to make your needy bread ...
... tears , But to relieve them of their heavy load ; And these our ships you happily may think Are , like the Trojan horfe , war - ftuff'd within , With bloody views , expecting overthrow , Are ftor'd with corn , to make your needy bread ...
Side 48
... tears , Lychorida , no tears : Look to your little mistress , on whose grace You may depend hereafter . - Come , my lord . SCENE IV . Ephefus . A Room in Cerimon's House . Enter CERIMON and THAISA . [ Exeunt . Cer . Madam , this letter ...
... tears , Lychorida , no tears : Look to your little mistress , on whose grace You may depend hereafter . - Come , my lord . SCENE IV . Ephefus . A Room in Cerimon's House . Enter CERIMON and THAISA . [ Exeunt . Cer . Madam , this letter ...
Side 63
... 'd , With fighs fhot through , and biggest tears o'er- show'r'd , Leaves Tharfus , and again embarks . He swears Never to wash his face , nor cut his hairs ; He He puts on fackcloth , and to fea . He AЯ IV . 63 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... 'd , With fighs fhot through , and biggest tears o'er- show'r'd , Leaves Tharfus , and again embarks . He swears Never to wash his face , nor cut his hairs ; He He puts on fackcloth , and to fea . He AЯ IV . 63 PRINCE OF TYRE .
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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Side 93 - 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...
Side 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Side 52 - 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.
Side 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Side 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Side 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Side 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Side 98 - 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.
Side 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.