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... will be known your advocate : marry , yet The fire of rage is in him ; and ' twere good , You lean'd unto his sentence , with what patience Your wisdom may inform you . Post . I will from hence to - day . 8 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
... will be known your advocate : marry , yet The fire of rage is in him ; and ' twere good , You lean'd unto his sentence , with what patience Your wisdom may inform you . Post . I will from hence to - day . 8 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
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... Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one ...
... Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady , weep no more ; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one ...
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... Post . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look ...
... Post . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look ...
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... Post . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post ...
... Post . Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Alack , the king ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post ...
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... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
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DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 543 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 451 - 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.
Page 519 - 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 543 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 461 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 526 - 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...
Page 151 - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Page 545 - A play in which the wicked prosper, and the virtuous miscarry, may doubtless be good, because it is a just representation of the common events of human life : but since all reasonable beings naturally love justice, I cannot easily be persuaded, that the observation of justice makes a play worse; or that, if other excellencies are equal, the audience will not always rise better pleased from the final triumph of persecuted virtue.
Page 399 - 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 whoremaster man, to...
Page 545 - Shakespeare has suffered the virtue of Cordelia to perish in a just cause, contrary to the natural ideas of justice, to the hope of the reader, and, what is yet more strange, to the faith of chronicles.