Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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5. oldal
... thought : If the king smiled , every one in court was in his jollitie ; if he frowned , their plumes fell like pea- cock's feathers , so that their outward presence depended on his inward passions . ' Unto a poor but worthy gentleman ...
... thought : If the king smiled , every one in court was in his jollitie ; if he frowned , their plumes fell like pea- cock's feathers , so that their outward presence depended on his inward passions . ' Unto a poor but worthy gentleman ...
15. oldal
... of intended mercy to a condemned criminal . ' A thought resembling this occurs in All's Well that Ends Well : - ' Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried . ' Pis . " Twas , His queen , his queen SC . III . 15 CYMBELINE .
... of intended mercy to a condemned criminal . ' A thought resembling this occurs in All's Well that Ends Well : - ' Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried . ' Pis . " Twas , His queen , his queen SC . III . 15 CYMBELINE .
17. oldal
... thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ... thought : - It is the very emblem of a maid : - For when the west wind courts her gentily , How modestly she blows ...
... thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ... thought : - It is the very emblem of a maid : - For when the west wind courts her gentily , How modestly she blows ...
25. oldal
... thought would probably have been more amplified , had our author lived to be shocked with such experiments as have been published in later times , by a race of men who have practised tortures without pity , and related them without ...
... thought would probably have been more amplified , had our author lived to be shocked with such experiments as have been published in later times , by a race of men who have practised tortures without pity , and related them without ...
38. oldal
... thought , one of Leonatus ' friends . Clo . Leonatus ! a banished rascal ; and he's another , whatsoever he be . Who told you of this stranger ? 2 The same quibble has occurred in As You Like It , Act i . Sc . 2 : - - Touch . Nay , if I ...
... thought , one of Leonatus ' friends . Clo . Leonatus ! a banished rascal ; and he's another , whatsoever he be . Who told you of this stranger ? 2 The same quibble has occurred in As You Like It , Act i . Sc . 2 : - - Touch . Nay , if I ...
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105. oldal - 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.
545. oldal - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
545. oldal - 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.
463. oldal - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
57. oldal - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
521. oldal - 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.
103. oldal - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
399. oldal - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
504. 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 yond...
522. oldal - 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. Cor. And so I am! I am!