The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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21. oldal
... keep , though it hath pleas'd your fury To mutiny within you . The king grants it , And I dare make it mine . You have your anfwer . Phi . If thou wert fole inheritor to him That made the world his , and were Pharamond As truly valiant ...
... keep , though it hath pleas'd your fury To mutiny within you . The king grants it , And I dare make it mine . You have your anfwer . Phi . If thou wert fole inheritor to him That made the world his , and were Pharamond As truly valiant ...
29. oldal
... keep filence now Would doom me to a life of wretchedness , I could not thus have fummon'd thee , to tell thee , The thoughts of Pharamond are scorpions to me , More horrible than danger , pain or death ! Yes I must have thy kingdoms ...
... keep filence now Would doom me to a life of wretchedness , I could not thus have fummon'd thee , to tell thee , The thoughts of Pharamond are scorpions to me , More horrible than danger , pain or death ! Yes I must have thy kingdoms ...
41. oldal
... beyond all contradiction , true : Obferve how brave fhe keeps him ; how he ftands For ever at her beck ! There's not an hour , Sacred howe'er to female privacy , But But he's admitted ; and in open court Their tell PHILAS TER . 41.
... beyond all contradiction , true : Obferve how brave fhe keeps him ; how he ftands For ever at her beck ! There's not an hour , Sacred howe'er to female privacy , But But he's admitted ; and in open court Their tell PHILAS TER . 41.
46. oldal
... keeps , a handfome boy , about eighteen ; Know what fhe does with him , and where , and when . Come , Sir , you put me to a woman's madnefs , The glory of a fury . King . What boy's this She raves about ? Megra . Megra . Alas , good ...
... keeps , a handfome boy , about eighteen ; Know what fhe does with him , and where , and when . Come , Sir , you put me to a woman's madnefs , The glory of a fury . King . What boy's this She raves about ? Megra . Megra . Alas , good ...
48. oldal
... and rams will fight To keep their females standing in their fight ; But take ' em from them , and you take at once Their fpleens away ; and they will fall again Unto Their 48 PHILASTER . Or she shall prove his curfe, who gave her ...
... and rams will fight To keep their females standing in their fight ; But take ' em from them , and you take at once Their fpleens away ; and they will fall again Unto Their 48 PHILASTER . Or she shall prove his curfe, who gave her ...
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againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
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188. oldal - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
193. oldal - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
183. oldal - 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...
122. oldal - ... 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...
193. oldal - tis fittest. Cor. 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.
101. oldal - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
154. oldal - 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.
156. oldal - 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: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
157. oldal - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
186. oldal - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?