The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Arm . 2 He gives me a valuable consideration in new kindness ( purchasing , as it were , the wrong I have done him ) , in order to renew our amity , and make us friends again . ' 3 Shakspeare poetically calls the cere - cloths , in ...
... Arm . 2 He gives me a valuable consideration in new kindness ( purchasing , as it were , the wrong I have done him ) , in order to renew our amity , and make us friends again . ' 3 Shakspeare poetically calls the cere - cloths , in ...
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... Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; Rather , directly fly . Imo . [ Reads . ] - He is one of the noblest note , to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied . Reflect upon him ...
... Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; Rather , directly fly . Imo . [ Reads . ] - He is one of the noblest note , to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied . Reflect upon him ...
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... arm ; it was thy master's : ' shrew me , If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe . I do think , I saw't this morning : Confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my ...
... arm ; it was thy master's : ' shrew me , If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe . I do think , I saw't this morning : Confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my ...
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... arm ; I see her yet ; Her pretty action did outsell her gift , me , And yet enrich'd it too : She gave it and said , She priz'd it once . Post . To send it me . Iach . May be , she pluck'd it off , She writes so to you ? doth she ? 9 It ...
... arm ; I see her yet ; Her pretty action did outsell her gift , me , And yet enrich'd it too : She gave it and said , She priz'd it once . Post . To send it me . Iach . May be , she pluck'd it off , She writes so to you ? doth she ? 9 It ...
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... arm . Post . Hark you , he swears ; by Jupiter he swears . ' Tis true ; -nay , keep the ring - ' tis true : I am sure , She would not lose it : her attendants are All sworn 11 and honourable : -They induc'd to steal it ! And by a ...
... arm . Post . Hark you , he swears ; by Jupiter he swears . ' Tis true ; -nay , keep the ring - ' tis true : I am sure , She would not lose it : her attendants are All sworn 11 and honourable : -They induc'd to steal it ! And by a ...
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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.