The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumen 6C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... flave back to me when I call'd him ! Knight . Sir , he answer'd me in the roundest manner , he would not . Lear . He would not ? Knight . My Lord , I know not what the matter is ; but , to my Judgment , your Highness is not entertain'd ...
... flave back to me when I call'd him ! Knight . Sir , he answer'd me in the roundest manner , he would not . Lear . He would not ? Knight . My Lord , I know not what the matter is ; but , to my Judgment , your Highness is not entertain'd ...
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... flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of these , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be struck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript neither , you base foot - ball ...
... flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of these , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be struck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript neither , you base foot - ball ...
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... flave , strike . [ Beating him . Stew . Help ho ! murder ! murder ! Enter Edmund , Cornwall , Regan , Glo'ster , and Servants . Edm . How now , what's the matter ? Part- Kent . With you , goodman boy , if you please ; come , I'll flesh ...
... flave , strike . [ Beating him . Stew . Help ho ! murder ! murder ! Enter Edmund , Cornwall , Regan , Glo'ster , and Servants . Edm . How now , what's the matter ? Part- Kent . With you , goodman boy , if you please ; come , I'll flesh ...
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... flave , whose eafy - borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , varlet , from my fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? Enter Gunerill . Lear . Who stockt my fervant ? Regan , I've good hope , Thou didst not ...
... flave , whose eafy - borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , varlet , from my fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? Enter Gunerill . Lear . Who stockt my fervant ? Regan , I've good hope , Thou didst not ...
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... flave ; A poor infirm , weak , and despis'd old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high - engender'd battles , ' gainst a head So old and white as this , Oh ! oh ! ' tis foul ...
... flave ; A poor infirm , weak , and despis'd old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high - engender'd battles , ' gainst a head So old and white as this , Oh ! oh ! ' tis foul ...
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Página 275 - 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.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 299 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 279 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 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.
Página 276 - 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.
Página 102 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 6 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Página 52 - 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.