The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, 7. kötet |
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131. oldal
... Glou . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here ftood he in the dark , his tharp fword out , Mumbling of wicked charms , conj'ring the moon To ftand's aufpicious miftrefs . Glou . But where is he ? Edm . Look , Sir , I bleed . Glou ...
... Glou . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here ftood he in the dark , his tharp fword out , Mumbling of wicked charms , conj'ring the moon To ftand's aufpicious miftrefs . Glou . But where is he ? Edm . Look , Sir , I bleed . Glou ...
132. oldal
... Glou . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught ; And found - Difpatch . The noble Duke my master , My worthy arch and patron † , comes to - night ; By his authority I will proclaim it , That he who finds him fhall ...
... Glou . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught ; And found - Difpatch . The noble Duke my master , My worthy arch and patron † , comes to - night ; By his authority I will proclaim it , That he who finds him fhall ...
133. oldal
... Glou . O Madam , my old heart is crack'd , it's crack'd . Reg . What , did my father's godfon seek your life ? He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar Glou . O lady , lady , fhame would have it hid . Reg . Was he not companion with the ...
... Glou . O Madam , my old heart is crack'd , it's crack'd . Reg . What , did my father's godfon seek your life ? He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar Glou . O lady , lady , fhame would have it hid . Reg . Was he not companion with the ...
134. oldal
... Glou . Ay , my good Lord . Corn . If he be taken , he fhall never more . Be fear'd of doing harm . Make your own purpofe , How in my ftrength you please . As for you , Edmund , Whofe virtue and obedience in this inftance So much ...
... Glou . Ay , my good Lord . Corn . If he be taken , he fhall never more . Be fear'd of doing harm . Make your own purpofe , How in my ftrength you please . As for you , Edmund , Whofe virtue and obedience in this inftance So much ...
136. oldal
... Glou . Weapons ? arms ? what's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; he dies that ftrikes again . What's the matter ? Reg . The meffengers from our fifter and the King . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew ...
... Glou . Weapons ? arms ? what's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; he dies that ftrikes again . What's the matter ? Reg . The meffengers from our fifter and the King . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew ...
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againſt Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens beſt better buſineſs Cardinal caufe Cham confcience Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou Duke Duke of Cornwall Duke of Norfolk Edmund elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fent fervant fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter Flav flave fome Fool foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gent give Glo'fter Glou Gods Gonerill Grace hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe Johnſon Kent King knave Lady Lear Lord Lord Chamberlain Lucullus Madam mafter moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon Phrynia pleaſe pleaſure poor Pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen reafon Regan SCENE Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate Stew thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon uſe Warburton whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
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186. 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...
104. 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.
67. oldal - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
149. 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...
154. oldal - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
65. oldal - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
149. 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.
66. oldal - ... happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has...
67. oldal - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
126. oldal - Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!