The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 13G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... mine own jealous curiosity , than as a very pretence and purpose of un- kindness : I will look further into't . - But where's my fool ? I have not seen him this two days . Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , 38 KING LEAR .
... mine own jealous curiosity , than as a very pretence and purpose of un- kindness : I will look further into't . - But where's my fool ? I have not seen him this two days . Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , 38 KING LEAR .
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well . - Go you , and tell my daughter I would ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well . - Go you , and tell my daughter I would ...
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... young . So , out went the candle , and we were left darkling . Lear . Are you our daughter ? Gon . Come , sir , I would , you would make use of that good wisdom whereof I know you are fraught ; and put away these dispositions , which of ...
... young . So , out went the candle , and we were left darkling . Lear . Are you our daughter ? Gon . Come , sir , I would , you would make use of that good wisdom whereof I know you are fraught ; and put away these dispositions , which of ...
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... young master . Glo . Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ...
... young master . Glo . Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ...
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... young bones , You taking airs , with lameness ! Corn . Fie , fie , fie ! Lear . You nimble lightnings , dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty , You fen - suck'd fogs , drawn by the powerful sun , To fall ...
... young bones , You taking airs , with lameness ! Corn . Fie , fie , fie ! Lear . You nimble lightnings , dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty , You fen - suck'd fogs , drawn by the powerful sun , To fall ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman give gleek Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour i'the JOHNSON Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave Lady CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'the Paris poor pray Prince Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Servants Shakspeare sirrah sister slain speak stand stay STEEVENS Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt vex'd villain WARBURTON weep word
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Стр. 120 - 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...
Стр. 76 - 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.
Стр. 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Стр. 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Стр. 87 - 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 154 - .* 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, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Стр. 77 - Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall— I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Стр. 125 - 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. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Стр. 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Стр. 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.