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... worthy way Than on a wretch , whom nature is afham'd Almoft t ' acknowledge hers . France . This is most strange ! That the , who ev'n but now was your beft object , Your Praife's argument , balm of your age , Dearest and best ; fhould ...
... worthy way Than on a wretch , whom nature is afham'd Almoft t ' acknowledge hers . France . This is most strange ! That the , who ev'n but now was your beft object , Your Praife's argument , balm of your age , Dearest and best ; fhould ...
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... worthy and arch - patron , comes to - night ; ( 6 ) By his authority I will proclaim it , That he , who finds him , shall deserve our thanks , Bringing the murth'rous coward to the stake : He that conceals him , death . Edm . When I ...
... worthy and arch - patron , comes to - night ; ( 6 ) By his authority I will proclaim it , That he , who finds him , shall deserve our thanks , Bringing the murth'rous coward to the stake : He that conceals him , death . Edm . When I ...
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... , without Reflexions of Pity ; and the Vengeance that they presume must overtake the Actors of it , is a Sentiment and Doctrine well worthy of the Stage . Enter Enter Glo'fter , led by an old man . But King LEAR 71 A CT IV. ...
... , without Reflexions of Pity ; and the Vengeance that they presume must overtake the Actors of it , is a Sentiment and Doctrine well worthy of the Stage . Enter Enter Glo'fter , led by an old man . But King LEAR 71 A CT IV. ...
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... Worthy Prince , I know't . Alb . Where have you hid your felf ? How have you known the miseries of your father ? Edg . By nurfing them , my lord . Lift a brief tale , And , when ' tis told , O , that my heart would burst ! The bloody ...
... Worthy Prince , I know't . Alb . Where have you hid your felf ? How have you known the miseries of your father ? Edg . By nurfing them , my lord . Lift a brief tale , And , when ' tis told , O , that my heart would burst ! The bloody ...
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... worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . Арет . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , 1.18 TIMON of ATHENS .
... worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . Арет . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , 1.18 TIMON of ATHENS .
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Page 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Page 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Page 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Page 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 331 - I have liv'd 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...
Page 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.