The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... blood , my lord , is grown fo vile ; That it doth hate what gets it . Edg : Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot fuffer ( 15 ) Swithold footed thrice the old , ] What Idea the Editors kad , or whether any , of footing ...
... blood , my lord , is grown fo vile ; That it doth hate what gets it . Edg : Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot fuffer ( 15 ) Swithold footed thrice the old , ] What Idea the Editors kad , or whether any , of footing ...
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... blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a night's this ? I do befeech your Grace , Lear . O cry you mercy , Sir ...
... blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a night's this ? I do befeech your Grace , Lear . O cry you mercy , Sir ...
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... blood of a British man . Corn . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to Glo'fter's Caftle . Enter Cornwall , and Edmund . Will have revenge , ere I depart his house . Edm . How , my lord , I may be cenfur'd , that Nature thus gives way to loyalty ...
... blood of a British man . Corn . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to Glo'fter's Caftle . Enter Cornwall , and Edmund . Will have revenge , ere I depart his house . Edm . How , my lord , I may be cenfur'd , that Nature thus gives way to loyalty ...
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... blood , They're apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones , Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter Meffenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's ...
... blood , They're apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones , Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter Meffenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's ...
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... blood than thou art , Edmund ; If more , the more thou'st wrong'd me . My name is Edgar , and thy father's fon . The Gods are juft , and of our pleasant vices Make inftruments to fcourge us : The dark and vicious place , where thee he ...
... blood than thou art , Edmund ; If more , the more thou'st wrong'd me . My name is Edgar , and thy father's fon . The Gods are juft , and of our pleasant vices Make inftruments to fcourge us : The dark and vicious place , where thee he ...
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Página 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Página 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Página 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Página 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Página 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Página 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.