The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Pentapolis , The king , my father , gave you fuch a ring . [ Shows a ring . Per . This , this : no more , you gods ! your present kindness Makes my past miseries sport : You shall do well , That on the touching of her lips I may Melt ...
... Pentapolis , The king , my father , gave you fuch a ring . [ Shows a ring . Per . This , this : no more , you gods ! your present kindness Makes my past miseries sport : You shall do well , That on the touching of her lips I may Melt ...
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... to thee . Thaifa , This prince , the fair - betrothed of your daughter , Shall marry her at Pentapolis . And now , This ornament that makes me look so dismal , Will I , my lov'd Marina , clip to form Will 86 Αειν . PERICLES ,
... to thee . Thaifa , This prince , the fair - betrothed of your daughter , Shall marry her at Pentapolis . And now , This ornament that makes me look so dismal , Will I , my lov'd Marina , clip to form Will 86 Αειν . PERICLES ,
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Alack art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET CLEON Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death DIONYZA doſt doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father firſt flain fome Fool foul friar Friar LAURENCE fuch Gent give Gloster gods Goneril haſte hath hear heart heaven hither honour houſe i'the Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave lady laſt Lear look lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina married maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene Montague moſt muſt night noble nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe poor pray preſent prince Prince of Tyre Regan reſt Romeo ſay SCENE ſea ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſtill ſtory ſuch ſweet tell thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thou hast thou wilt Tybalt Tyre villain weep whoſe
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Seite 134 - 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 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...
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 76 - 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.
Seite 126 - Through tatterd 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 doth pierce it.
Seite 28 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Seite 16 - Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. — Know that we "have divided In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age ; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death. — Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Seite 133 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Seite 114 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Seite 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.