The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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145. oldal
... son of Priam's . Ther . I am a bastard too ; I love baftards . I am a baftard begot , bastard instructed , baftard in mind , baftard in valour , in every thing illegitimate . One bear will not bite another , and wherefore should one ...
... son of Priam's . Ther . I am a bastard too ; I love baftards . I am a baftard begot , bastard instructed , baftard in mind , baftard in valour , in every thing illegitimate . One bear will not bite another , and wherefore should one ...
177. oldal
... son , Who fhall take notice of thee . I'll move the king To any fhape of thy preferment , fuch As thoul't defire ; and then myself , I chiefly That fet thee on to this defert , am bound To load thy merit richly . Call my women . [ Exit ...
... son , Who fhall take notice of thee . I'll move the king To any fhape of thy preferment , fuch As thoul't defire ; and then myself , I chiefly That fet thee on to this defert , am bound To load thy merit richly . Call my women . [ Exit ...
211. oldal
... Son , let your mother end . Clot . We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Caffibelan : I do not fay , I am one ; but I have a hand . Why , tribute ? Why fhould we pay tribute ? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket ...
... Son , let your mother end . Clot . We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Caffibelan : I do not fay , I am one ; but I have a hand . Why , tribute ? Why fhould we pay tribute ? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket ...
234. oldal
... Son , I fay , follow the king . [ Exit . Clot . That man of hers , Pifanio , her old fervant , I have not feen these two days . Queen . Go , look after Pifanio , that ftands fo for Pofthumus ! He hath a drug of mine : I pray , his ...
... Son , I fay , follow the king . [ Exit . Clot . That man of hers , Pifanio , her old fervant , I have not feen these two days . Queen . Go , look after Pifanio , that ftands fo for Pofthumus ! He hath a drug of mine : I pray , his ...
252. oldal
... Son to the queen , after his own report ; Who call'd me traitor , mountaineer ; and fwore With his own fingle hand he'd 3 take us in ; Difplace our heads , where , thank the gods , they grow , And fet them on Lud's town . Bel . We are ...
... Son to the queen , after his own report ; Who call'd me traitor , mountaineer ; and fwore With his own fingle hand he'd 3 take us in ; Difplace our heads , where , thank the gods , they grow , And fet them on Lud's town . Bel . We are ...
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317. oldal - 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.
464. 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.
30. oldal - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
392. 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. 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.
392. oldal - 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...
400. oldal - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
84. oldal - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
453. oldal - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
334. oldal - 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. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
84. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...