The Works of Shakespear: King Lear. Timon of Athens. Titus Andronicus. MacbethRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Side 12
... say you to the lady ? love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will 12 King LEAR :
... say you to the lady ? love's not love , When it is mingled with regards , that stand Aloof Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will 12 King LEAR :
Side 13
William Shakespeare. Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have her ? She is herself a dowry . Bur . Royal King , Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear ...
William Shakespeare. Aloof from th ' intire point . Say , will you have her ? She is herself a dowry . Bur . Royal King , Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear ...
Side 49
... Say ? How is that ? - Reg . I cannot think my fifter in the leaft Would fail her obligation . If , perchance , She have reftrain'd the riots of your followers ; ' Tis on fuch ground , and to fuch wholesome end , As clears her from all ...
... Say ? How is that ? - Reg . I cannot think my fifter in the leaft Would fail her obligation . If , perchance , She have reftrain'd the riots of your followers ; ' Tis on fuch ground , and to fuch wholesome end , As clears her from all ...
Side 61
... thy hand , who's there ? Fool . A fpirit , a fpirit ; he says his name's poor Tom . Kent . What art thou , that doft grumble there i'th ' ftraw ? come forth . SCENE Edg . SCENE VI . Enter Edgar , difguis'd like King LEAR . 61.
... thy hand , who's there ? Fool . A fpirit , a fpirit ; he says his name's poor Tom . Kent . What art thou , that doft grumble there i'th ' ftraw ? come forth . SCENE Edg . SCENE VI . Enter Edgar , difguis'd like King LEAR . 61.
Side 71
... Good my Friends , confider . You are my Guests : Do me no foul play , friends . Corn . Bind him , I say . Reg . Hard , hard : O filthy traitor ! [ They bind him . Glo . Glo . Unmerciful lady as you are ! I'm none King LEAR . 71.
... Good my Friends , confider . You are my Guests : Do me no foul play , friends . Corn . Bind him , I say . Reg . Hard , hard : O filthy traitor ! [ They bind him . Glo . Glo . Unmerciful lady as you are ! I'm none King LEAR . 71.
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Side 300 - 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 280 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Side 311 - 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!
Side 96 - 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.
Side 89 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Side 294 - He is about it: The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Side 63 - 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.
Side 101 - 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...
Side 53 - 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.