The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Bind 9F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Side 6
... father Was call'd Sicilius , who did join his honour , Against the Romans , with Cassibelan ; But had his titles by Tenantius , 3 whom You speak him far . ] i . e . you praise him extensively . 3 -Tenantius , ] was the father of ...
... father Was call'd Sicilius , who did join his honour , Against the Romans , with Cassibelan ; But had his titles by Tenantius , 3 whom You speak him far . ] i . e . you praise him extensively . 3 -Tenantius , ] was the father of ...
Side 9
... father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) ' what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world ...
... father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) ' what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world ...
Side 13
... father's friend ; he takes his part.— To draw upon an exile ! -O brave sir ! — I would they were in Africk both together ; Myself by with a needle , that I might prick The goer back . - Why came you from your master ? Pis . On his ...
... father's friend ; he takes his part.— To draw upon an exile ! -O brave sir ! — I would they were in Africk both together ; Myself by with a needle , that I might prick The goer back . - Why came you from your master ? Pis . On his ...
Side 16
... father , And , like the tyrannous breathing of the north , Shakes all our buds from growing . Lady . Enter a Lady . The queen , madam , Desires your highness ' company . 1 Imo . Those things I bid you do , get them de- spatch'd.- 9 next ...
... father , And , like the tyrannous breathing of the north , Shakes all our buds from growing . Lady . Enter a Lady . The queen , madam , Desires your highness ' company . 1 Imo . Those things I bid you do , get them de- spatch'd.- 9 next ...
Side 18
... father and I were soldiers together ; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life : Enter POSTHUMUS . Here comes the Briton : Let him be so entertained amongst you , as suits , with gentlemen of your know- ing , to a ...
... father and I were soldiers together ; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life : Enter POSTHUMUS . Here comes the Briton : Let him be so entertained amongst you , as suits , with gentlemen of your know- ing , to a ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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Side 408 - 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?
Side 451 - 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 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Side 398 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their -father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both,. That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are yet, I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Side 356 - 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 : an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to...
Side 457 - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, 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 upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies : and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,...
Side 65 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Side 138 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till pity's self be dead.
Side 410 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : — Ha ! here's three of us are sophisticated ! — Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. — Off, off, you lendings : — Come ; unbutton here.