 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.  The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus ... - 545. oldalszerző: William Shakespeare - 1826Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 oldal
...hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all:1 O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never,...— [He dies Edg. He faints ! — My lord, my lord, — Kerit. Break, heart \ 1 pr'ythee, break ! Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost :— O,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 oldal
...never never never never !— 'Pray you, undo this hutton : Thank you, sir.— Do you see this 1 — Look on her, — look,— her lips,— Look there,...lord, my lord,— Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, hreak ! Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him, That would upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 oldal
...should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Nerer, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button:...— her lips? — Look there, look there !— [He dus. Edg. He faints ! — My lord, my lord, — Kent. Break, heart ; I pHythee, break ! Edg. Look up,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 oldal
...Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! n No, no, no life ; Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more,...button:° Thank you, sir.— Do you see this ?—Look on her,—look,—her lips,— Look there, look there !— [He dies, Edg. He faints!—My lord, my lord,—-... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 oldal
...— Do you see this? Look on her, — look, — herlips; — Look there, look there ! — [He dus. Edg. He faints .'—My lord, my lord,— Kent. Break,...Edg. Look up, my lord. • Kent. Vex not his ghost :— 0, let him pass!' he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 oldal
...place to the exhaustion of despair — ' No, no, no life ; Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all ? O thou wilt come no more...— look — her lips — Look there — look there !' (Dies.) , Even here, where any other mind would have confined itself to the single passion of parental... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 oldal
...place to the exhaustion of despair — ' No, no, no life ; Why should a dog, a torse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all ? O thou wilt come no more...look — her lips — Look there — look there!' (Dies.) Even here, where any other mind would have confined itself to the single passion of parental... | |
 | James Boaden - 1833 - 406 oldal
...— wretched in both." And again, with his last breath, Cordelia lying dead before him, — " Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never. Pray...Look on her! Look, her lips ! Look there, look there ! " Mrs. Inchbald happily persevered in her easy natural expression, and we have the ' Simple Story.'... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 oldal
...place to the exhaustion of despair — ' No, no, no life ; Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all ? O thou wilt come no more...undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this 1 Look on her — look — her lipsLook there — look there I' (Dies.) Even here, where any other... | |
 | James Boaden - 1833 - 408 oldal
...And again, with his last breath, Cordelia lying dead before him, — " Thou'lt come no more, Neverr never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button....Look on her! Look, her lips ! Look there, look there ! " Mrs. Inchbald happily persevered in her easy natural expression, and we have the ' Simple Story.'... | |
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