 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 Seiten
...most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply,' when I shalf I will kiss thy lips: Haply, some poison vet doth...restorative. [Kisses him. Thy lips are warm! 1 Watch sister', To love tny father all. Lear. But goes this with thy heart ? Cor. Ay, good my lord. Lear.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 Seiten
...bred me, lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They...my sisters, To love my father all. LEAR. But goes thy heart with this ? COR. Ay, my good lord. LEAR. So young, and so untender ? COR. So young, my lord,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 Seiten
...Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honor you. Why have my...my father all. Lear. But goes this with thy heart ? Cm. Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender ? Cor. So young, my lord, and true. Lear. Let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 Seiten
...bred me, lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They...lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry cious" applies properly to " sense" and not to "sphere." We, of course, adopt only the emendation in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 Seiten
...me: I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why nave my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you all?...duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To loye my father all. . Lear. But goes this with thy heart? Cor. Lear. So young, and so untender? Cor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 Seiten
...bred me, lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour han :(!) Good my lord, Sure, I shall never marry like my sisteri, To love my father all.* LEAR. But goes... | |
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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. 
