 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - Počet stránok 648
...your face. — [1 fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and...sap perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. GOT. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile ; Filths savour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - Počet stránok 868
...your face ! I fear your disposition : ь That nature, which coutemus its origin, Cannot be border'd your counrnnroinau. Dio. She's bitter to her country....every false drop * eoulil speak, She hath not gi GON. No more ! the text is foolish. ALB. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile ; [done ? Filths... | |
 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - Počet stránok 396
...Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. I fear' your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself: (ie cannot be restrained within any certain bounds, and will eventually shrink from no excess of sin).... | |
 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - Počet stránok 332
...Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself: ie cannot be restrained within any certain bounds, and will eventually shrink from no excess of sin.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - Počet stránok 168
...It is a poor dog that is not worth the whistling.' Blows in your face.—I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin, Cannot be bordered...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. 1 Gon. No more; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seems vile : Filths savour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - Počet stránok 416
...Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and...sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Filths savour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - Počet stránok 364
...your face. — I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself ; She that herself will sliver and...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - Počet stránok 788
...Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Filths savour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - Počet stránok 598
...! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. — [I fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but... | |
 | Nathaniel Holmes - 1867 - Počet stránok 636
...of the unnatural daughters of Lear : — " That natnre which contemns its origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and...sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use." — Act IV. Sc. 2. And the same idea underlies these beautiful lines of the "Othello": — " but once... | |
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Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. [I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself." She that herself will sliver* and disbranch From her material' sap, perforce... 
