The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... against me ; could this boor Have held me thus elfe ? I muft fhift for life , Though I do loath it . Coun . I cannot follow the [ Exeunt Phi . and Bel . rogue . Enter Pharamond , Dion , Cleremont , Thrafiline , and Woodmen . Pha . What ...
... against me ; could this boor Have held me thus elfe ? I muft fhift for life , Though I do loath it . Coun . I cannot follow the [ Exeunt Phi . and Bel . rogue . Enter Pharamond , Dion , Cleremont , Thrafiline , and Woodmen . Pha . What ...
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... Against your reafon , fooner than this lady . Phi . This lady ? I will sooner trust the wind With feathers , or the troubled fea with pearl , Than her with any thing : Beliève her not ? Why , think you , if I did believe her words , I ...
... Against your reafon , fooner than this lady . Phi . This lady ? I will sooner trust the wind With feathers , or the troubled fea with pearl , Than her with any thing : Beliève her not ? Why , think you , if I did believe her words , I ...
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... against thy foes ; nor fear to lose it , Thy fafety being the motive . Lear . Out of my fight ! Kent . See better , Lear . Lear . Now by Apollo-- Kent . Now by Apollo , king , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . Oh , vaffal ...
... against thy foes ; nor fear to lose it , Thy fafety being the motive . Lear . Out of my fight ! Kent . See better , Lear . Lear . Now by Apollo-- Kent . Now by Apollo , king , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . Oh , vaffal ...
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... against thee , the repofal Of any truft , virtue , or worth in thee Would make thy words faith'd ? no ; I'd turn it all To thy fuggeftion , plot , and damned practice . Gloc . Oh , ftrange , faften'd , villain ! Would he deny his letter ...
... against thee , the repofal Of any truft , virtue , or worth in thee Would make thy words faith'd ? no ; I'd turn it all To thy fuggeftion , plot , and damned practice . Gloc . Oh , ftrange , faften'd , villain ! Would he deny his letter ...
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... against the king ; and take vanity , the puppet's part , against the royalty of her father ; draw , you rogue , or I'll fo carbonado your shanks - draw , you rafcal , come your ways . Stew . Help , ho ! murder ! help ! Kent . Strike ...
... against the king ; and take vanity , the puppet's part , against the royalty of her father ; draw , you rogue , or I'll fo carbonado your shanks - draw , you rafcal , come your ways . Stew . Help , ho ! murder ! help ! Kent . Strike ...
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Page 188 - 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...
Page 193 - 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 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.
Page 183 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way 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 yon...
Page 122 - ... 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...
Page 193 - 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.
Page 101 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Page 154 - 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.
Page 156 - 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.
Page 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Page 186 - 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?