The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Bind 9J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Side 7
... air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When C 2 Scene II . 7 CYMBELINE . His rage can do on me: You must be ...
... air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When C 2 Scene II . 7 CYMBELINE . His rage can do on me: You must be ...
Side 8
... keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , 6 And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring ...
... keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , 6 And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring ...
Side 13
... keep The deck , with glove , or hat , or handkerchief , Still waving , as the fits and stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on , How swift his ship . Imo . Thou should'st have made him As little as a crow , or ...
... keep The deck , with glove , or hat , or handkerchief , Still waving , as the fits and stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on , How swift his ship . Imo . Thou should'st have made him As little as a crow , or ...
Side 18
... keep . Fach . You may wear her in title yours : but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds . Your ring may be stolen too : so , of your brace of unprizeable estimations , the one is but frail , and the other casual ; a ...
... keep . Fach . You may wear her in title yours : but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds . Your ring may be stolen too : so , of your brace of unprizeable estimations , the one is but frail , and the other casual ; a ...
Side 32
... keep them In my bed - chamber . Iach . They are in a trunk , Attended by my men : I will make bold To send them to you , only for this night ; I must aboard to - morrow . Imo . O , no , no . Iach . Yes , I beseech ; or I shall short my ...
... keep them In my bed - chamber . Iach . They are in a trunk , Attended by my men : I will make bold To send them to you , only for this night ; I must aboard to - morrow . Imo . O , no , no . Iach . Yes , I beseech ; or I shall short my ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
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Side 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Side 445 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Side 402 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Side 337 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Side 349 - ... 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Side 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Side 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; yet I am doubtful...
Side 444 - 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 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Side 445 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.