The Plays, Zväzok 9Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Strana 21
... brothers , happy ! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious : blessed be those , How mean soe'er , that have their honest wills , Which seasons comfort . - Who may this be ? Fye ! Enter Pisanio and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a ...
... brothers , happy ! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious : blessed be those , How mean soe'er , that have their honest wills , Which seasons comfort . - Who may this be ? Fye ! Enter Pisanio and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a ...
Strana 52
... brother , Cadwal , ( Once Arvirágus , ) in as like a figure , Strikes life into my speech , and shows much more His own conceiving . Hark ! the game is rous'd ! - O Cymbeline ! heaven , and my conscience , knows , Thou didst unjustly ...
... brother , Cadwal , ( Once Arvirágus , ) in as like a figure , Strikes life into my speech , and shows much more His own conceiving . Hark ! the game is rous'd ! - O Cymbeline ! heaven , and my conscience , knows , Thou didst unjustly ...
Strana 66
... brother : - And such a welcome as I'd give to him , After long absence , such is yours : -Most welcome ! Be sprightly , for you fall ' mongst friends . Imo . ' Mongst friends ! If brothers ? - ' Would it had been so , that they Had been ...
... brother : - And such a welcome as I'd give to him , After long absence , such is yours : -Most welcome ! Be sprightly , for you fall ' mongst friends . Imo . ' Mongst friends ! If brothers ? - ' Would it had been so , that they Had been ...
Strana 69
... brothers ? Imo . Brother , stay here : [ To Imogen . So man and man should be ; But clay and clay differs in dignity , Whose dust is both alike . I am very sick . Gui . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So sick I am not ...
... brothers ? Imo . Brother , stay here : [ To Imogen . So man and man should be ; But clay and clay differs in dignity , Whose dust is both alike . I am very sick . Gui . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So sick I am not ...
Strana 70
... Brother , farewell . You health . - So please you , sir . Imo . [ Aside . ] These are kind creatures . Gods , what lies I have heard ! Our courtiers say , all's savage , but at court : Experience , O , thou disprov'st report ! The ...
... Brother , farewell . You health . - So please you , sir . Imo . [ Aside . ] These are kind creatures . Gods , what lies I have heard ! Our courtiers say , all's savage , but at court : Experience , O , thou disprov'st report ! The ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd Chiron Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain Сут
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Strana 297 - ... 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 : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Strana 380 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Strana 78 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 77 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would.
Strana 375 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strana 114 - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Strana 369 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Strana 366 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy '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 yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
Strana 332 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, 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.
Strana 286 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.