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Page 83
Here's a few flowers , but about midnight , in . more : faces : The herbs , that have
on them cold dew o'the night , Are strewings fitt'st for graves . Upon their You
were as flowers , now wither'd : even so These herb'lets shall , which we upon
you ...
Here's a few flowers , but about midnight , in . more : faces : The herbs , that have
on them cold dew o'the night , Are strewings fitt'st for graves . Upon their You
were as flowers , now wither'd : even so These herb'lets shall , which we upon
you ...
Page 242
Edm . The duke be here to - night ? The better ! Best ! This weaves itself perforce
into my business ! My father hath set guard to take my brother ; And I have one
thing , of a queazy question , Which I must act : · Briefness , and fortune , work !
Edm . The duke be here to - night ? The better ! Best ! This weaves itself perforce
into my business ! My father hath set guard to take my brother ; And I have one
thing , of a queazy question , Which I must act : · Briefness , and fortune , work !
Page 267
O nuncle , court holy - water ' in a dry house is better than this rain - water out o'
door . Good nuncle , in , and ask thy daughter's blessing ; here's a night pities
neither wise men nor fools . Lear . Rumble thy belly - full ! Spit , fire ! spout , rain !
O nuncle , court holy - water ' in a dry house is better than this rain - water out o'
door . Good nuncle , in , and ask thy daughter's blessing ; here's a night pities
neither wise men nor fools . Lear . Rumble thy belly - full ! Spit , fire ! spout , rain !
Page 270
Here is the place , my lord ; good my lord , enter : The tyranny of the open night's
too rough For nature to endure . [ Storm still . Lear . Let me alone . Kent . Good my
lord , enter here . Lear . Wilt break my heart ? Kent . I'd rather break mine own ...
Here is the place , my lord ; good my lord , enter : The tyranny of the open night's
too rough For nature to endure . [ Storm still . Lear . Let me alone . Kent . Good my
lord , enter here . Lear . Wilt break my heart ? Kent . I'd rather break mine own ...
Page 273
Pry thee , nuncle , be contented ; this is a naughty night to swim in . - Look , here
comes a walking fire . Edg . This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he begins at
curfew , and walks till the first cock ; he gives the web and the pin ” , squints the
eye ...
Pry thee , nuncle , be contented ; this is a naughty night to swim in . - Look , here
comes a walking fire . Edg . This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he begins at
curfew , and walks till the first cock ; he gives the web and the pin ” , squints the
eye ...
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Page 325 - 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 269 - 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 307 - Lear Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me/ for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: YOU have some cause, they have not. Cordelia No cause, no cause.
Page 219 - Thou, Nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Page 233 - Lear. — Does any here know me ? — This is not Lear : does Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, or his discernings are lethargied. — Sleeping or waking? — Ha! sure 'tis not so. — Who is it that can tell me who I am ? — Fool.
Page 53 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 219 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Page 239 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Page 80 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 212 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
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| Title | The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volume 9 The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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