Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Part 33, Volume 8 |
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... sister , your sweet hand . [ Exit Lady . Imo . Good - morrow , sir . You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear I ...
... sister , your sweet hand . [ Exit Lady . Imo . Good - morrow , sir . You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear I ...
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... sister ; I you brothers , When you were so indeed . Cym . Arv . Ay , my good lord . Gui . Did you e'er meet ? And at first meeting lov'd ; Continued so , until we thought he died . Cor . By the queen's dram she swallow'd . Cym . O rare ...
... sister ; I you brothers , When you were so indeed . Cym . Arv . Ay , my good lord . Gui . Did you e'er meet ? And at first meeting lov'd ; Continued so , until we thought he died . Cor . By the queen's dram she swallow'd . Cym . O rare ...
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... sisters ' ingratitude her filial love is felt . In the hopelessness of the broken - hearted king , we are turned to that perfect hope that is reserved for him in her loving bosom . In the midst of darkness , confusion , and misery , her ...
... sisters ' ingratitude her filial love is felt . In the hopelessness of the broken - hearted king , we are turned to that perfect hope that is reserved for him in her loving bosom . In the midst of darkness , confusion , and misery , her ...
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... sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too ... sisters ? Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ! Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing will come of nothing : speak ...
... sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too ... sisters ? Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ! Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing will come of nothing : speak ...
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... sisters husbands , if they say They love you all ? Haply , when I shall wed , That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty : Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my ...
... sisters husbands , if they say They love you all ? Haply , when I shall wed , That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty : Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my ...
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Page 84 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans
Page 83 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 102 - Come, let's away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage; When thou dost ask me blessing, 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...
Page 61 - 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?
Page 10 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation 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.
Page 57 - 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 113 - Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 67 - The providence that's in a watchful state, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...
Page 77 - Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still. Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.
Page 66 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours : For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by...