King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Том 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - Всего страниц: 78 |
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... Iach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly . [ Kneels , and presents a Letter . Imog . Thanks , good sir ; You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ...
... Iach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly . [ Kneels , and presents a Letter . Imog . Thanks , good sir ; You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ...
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... Iach . Well , madam . Imog . Is he dispos'd to mirth ? I hope , he is . Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome : he is call'd The Briton reveller . Imog . When he was here , He did incline to sadness ...
... Iach . Well , madam . Imog . Is he dispos'd to mirth ? I hope , he is . Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome : he is call'd The Briton reveller . Imog . When he was here , He did incline to sadness ...
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... Iach . Not he : But yet Heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you ... Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imog . I pray you ...
... Iach . Not he : But yet Heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you ... Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imog . I pray you ...
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... Iach . And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces That , from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out . Imog . Let me hear no more . Iach . A ...
... Iach . And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces That , from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out . Imog . Let me hear no more . Iach . A ...
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... Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imog . Away ! —I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . — If thou wert honourable , Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue , not For such an end thou seek'st ; as ...
... Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imog . Away ! —I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . — If thou wert honourable , Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue , not For such an end thou seek'st ; as ...
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Стр. 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Стр. 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Стр. 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Стр. 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Стр. 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Стр. 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 38 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Стр. 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Стр. 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...