The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... poor use , I will unmov'dly hear . Are . Fain would I fpeak , and yet the words are fuch I have to fay , and do fo ill befeem The mouth of woman , that I wish them faid , And And yet am loth to utter them . - Oh 28 PHILASTER .
... poor use , I will unmov'dly hear . Are . Fain would I fpeak , and yet the words are fuch I have to fay , and do fo ill befeem The mouth of woman , that I wish them faid , And And yet am loth to utter them . - Oh 28 PHILASTER .
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... poor neglected ftale ? Have I then been an idle toying fhe , To fool away an hour or two withal , And then thrown by for ever ? Pha . Nay , have patience ! Megra . Patience ! I fhall go mad ! why , I fhall be A mark for all the pages of ...
... poor neglected ftale ? Have I then been an idle toying fhe , To fool away an hour or two withal , And then thrown by for ever ? Pha . Nay , have patience ! Megra . Patience ! I fhall go mad ! why , I fhall be A mark for all the pages of ...
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... poor deftruction of a lady's honour , The publishing the weakness of a woman . But I have vengeance yet in ftore for some , Shall , in the utmost scorn you can have of me , Be joy and nourishment . King . What means the wanton ? D'ye ...
... poor deftruction of a lady's honour , The publishing the weakness of a woman . But I have vengeance yet in ftore for some , Shall , in the utmost scorn you can have of me , Be joy and nourishment . King . What means the wanton ? D'ye ...
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... then I am betray'd ; I feel the plot caft for my overthrow ; Oh , I am wretched ! Phi . Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom ; give it to your boy ! For For I have no joy in it . Some far 60 PHILA S TER .
... then I am betray'd ; I feel the plot caft for my overthrow ; Oh , I am wretched ! Phi . Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom ; give it to your boy ! For For I have no joy in it . Some far 60 PHILA S TER .
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... poor , and may'ft Nourish ambitious thoughts , when I am dead : This way were freer . Are . Kill you ! Bel . Not for a world . Phi . I blame not thee , Bellario ; thou haft done but that which gods Would have transform'd themfelves to ...
... poor , and may'ft Nourish ambitious thoughts , when I am dead : This way were freer . Are . Kill you ! Bel . Not for a world . Phi . I blame not thee , Bellario ; thou haft done but that which gods Would have transform'd themfelves to ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 188 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Seite 193 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 183 - 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...
Seite 122 - ... 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...
Seite 193 - 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.
Seite 101 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Seite 154 - 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.
Seite 156 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Seite 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 186 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?