The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Zväzok 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strana 132
... , ftop , no help ? -- [ Wounds his arm . I've feen drunkards Father ! father ! To him enter GLO'STER , and Servants , with Torches . Glo . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here flood he in the dark , his 332 KING LEA R.
... , ftop , no help ? -- [ Wounds his arm . I've feen drunkards Father ! father ! To him enter GLO'STER , and Servants , with Torches . Glo . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here flood he in the dark , his 332 KING LEA R.
Strana 133
... arm ; And when he faw my beft alarmed spirits Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the encounter , Or whether gafted by the noise I made , Full fuddenly he fled . Gle . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught And ...
... arm ; And when he faw my beft alarmed spirits Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the encounter , Or whether gafted by the noise I made , Full fuddenly he fled . Gle . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught And ...
Strana 137
... goodman boy , if you pleafe ; come , I'll flesh ye ; come on , young matter . Glo . Weapons ? arms what's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; he M 3 KING LEA R. 137 ed, hundred pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave...
... goodman boy , if you pleafe ; come , I'll flesh ye ; come on , young matter . Glo . Weapons ? arms what's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; he M 3 KING LEA R. 137 ed, hundred pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave...
Strana 143
... arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rofemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - cotts and mills , Sometimes with lunatic bans , fonetimes with prayers , Inforce their charity ...
... arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rofemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - cotts and mills , Sometimes with lunatic bans , fonetimes with prayers , Inforce their charity ...
Strana 175
... Arms , arms , fword , fire . - Corruption in the place ! Falfe jufticer , why hait thou let her ' fcape ? Edg . Blefs thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! Sir , where is the patience now That you fo oft have boasted to retain ? Edg . My ...
... Arms , arms , fword , fire . - Corruption in the place ! Falfe jufticer , why hait thou let her ' fcape ? Edg . Blefs thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! Sir , where is the patience now That you fo oft have boasted to retain ? Edg . My ...
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Strana 7 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Strana 287 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Strana 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 115 - ... 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...
Strana 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.