The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... Goneril . Charles Lamb maintained in a well - known passage that the Lear of Shakespeare cannot be acted : ' the contemptible machinery by which they mimic the storm which he goes out in , is not more inadequate to represent the horrors ...
... Goneril . Charles Lamb maintained in a well - known passage that the Lear of Shakespeare cannot be acted : ' the contemptible machinery by which they mimic the storm which he goes out in , is not more inadequate to represent the horrors ...
Page 386
... Goneril . Old Man , Tenant to Gloucester . Doctor . Fool . An Officer , employed by Edmund . A Gentleman , attendant on Cordelia . A Herald . Servants to Cornwall . GONERIL , REGAN , Daughters to Lear . CORDELIA , Knights of Lear's ...
... Goneril . Old Man , Tenant to Gloucester . Doctor . Fool . An Officer , employed by Edmund . A Gentleman , attendant on Cordelia . A Herald . Servants to Cornwall . GONERIL , REGAN , Daughters to Lear . CORDELIA , Knights of Lear's ...
Page 388
... Goneril , Our eldest - born , speak first . GONERIL . Sir , I love you more than words can wield the matter ; Dearer than eye - sight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valu'd , rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace ...
... Goneril , Our eldest - born , speak first . GONERIL . Sir , I love you more than words can wield the matter ; Dearer than eye - sight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valu'd , rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace ...
Page 389
... Goneril . Now , our joy , Although our last , not least ; to whose young love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interess'd ; what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak . CORDELIA ...
... Goneril . Now , our joy , Although our last , not least ; to whose young love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interess'd ; what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak . CORDELIA ...
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... GONERIL . ] And your large speeches may your deeds approve , That good effects may spring from words of love . Thus Kent , O princes ! bids you all adieu ; He'll shape his old course in a country new . 185 [ Exit . Flourish . Re - enter ...
... GONERIL . ] And your large speeches may your deeds approve , That good effects may spring from words of love . Thus Kent , O princes ! bids you all adieu ; He'll shape his old course in a country new . 185 [ Exit . Flourish . Re - enter ...
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Page 142 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Page 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 328 - There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 149 - And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...
Page 301 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 315 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 198 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 243 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 308 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha!
Page 268 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; 160 And then, : they say, no spirit can walk abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.