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Imprýted i Anwarpe by me John Dusborowhge , dwellynge besyde ye Camer
porte in the yere of our lorde god a . M . CCCCC . and xviij . ” This novel exhibits
the material features of its original ; though the names of the characters are
changed ...
Imprýted i Anwarpe by me John Dusborowhge , dwellynge besyde ye Camer
porte in the yere of our lorde god a . M . CCCCC . and xviij . ” This novel exhibits
the material features of its original ; though the names of the characters are
changed ...
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My conscience ! thou art fetter ' d More than my shanks , and wrists : You good
gods , give me The penitent instrument , to pick that bolt , Then , free for ever ! Is ' t
enough , I am sorry ? So children temporal fathers do appease ; Gods are more ...
My conscience ! thou art fetter ' d More than my shanks , and wrists : You good
gods , give me The penitent instrument , to pick that bolt , Then , free for ever ! Is ' t
enough , I am sorry ? So children temporal fathers do appease ; Gods are more ...
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If this be so , the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy . : Pis . How
fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav ' st me poison :
dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not where princes are . Cym . The tune of ...
If this be so , the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy . : Pis . How
fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav ' st me poison :
dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not where princes are . Cym . The tune of ...
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Laud we the gods ; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our
bless ' d altars ! Publish we this peace To all our subjects . Set we forward : Let A
Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together : so through Lud ' s town ...
Laud we the gods ; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our
bless ' d altars ! Publish we this peace To all our subjects . Set we forward : Let A
Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together : so through Lud ' s town ...
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( He should have struck , not spoke ; ) or that these pirates , ( Not enough
barbarous , ) had not overboard Thrown me , to seek my mother ! Bawd . Why
lament you , pretty one ? Mar . That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have
done their part ...
( He should have struck , not spoke ; ) or that these pirates , ( Not enough
barbarous , ) had not overboard Thrown me , to seek my mother ! Bawd . Why
lament you , pretty one ? Mar . That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have
done their part ...
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Andronicus arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother child comes Corn court daughter dead dear death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear follow Fool fortune Gent give Gloster gods gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep Kent kind king lady Lavinia Lear leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus master means mind mistress mother nature never night noble peace Pericles play poor Post pray present prince queen reason rest Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare sons speak stand sweet tears tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art thought Titus true villain
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Page 410 - 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 358 - 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...
Page 440 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy '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 400 - 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. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 405 - 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;° why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man...
Page 95 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 372 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Page 401 - No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 357 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects...
Page 444 - Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die : die for adultery ! No : The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive ; for Gloster's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers. — Behold yond...
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| Title | Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear Volume 8 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., with a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes from the Most Eminent Commentators, a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Alexander Chalmers |
| Illustrated by | Henry Fuseli |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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