The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 8Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On ...
... Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On ...
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... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O madam ...
... Corn . How now , my noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O madam ...
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... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray his practice ; 4 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him . Corn ...
... Corn . Nor I , assure thee , Regan.- Edmund , I hear that you have shown your father A child - like office . Edm . ' Twas my duty , sir . Glo . He did bewray his practice ; 4 and receiv'd This hurt you see , striving to apprehend him . Corn ...
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... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
... Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No ...
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... Corn . What , art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . How fell you out ? Say that . Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes ...
... Corn . What , art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . How fell you out ? Say that . Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes ...
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Common terms and phrases
art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor night noble Nurse Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Shakspeare soul speak STEEV STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt VIII villain WARBURTON wilt word
Popular passages
Page 54 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 48 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 24 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Page 22 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man...
Page 27 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 48 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 56 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 16 - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 55 - Stain my man's cheeks ! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 53 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.