The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favor to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again toward ...
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favor to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again toward ...
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... Laer . My necessaries are embarked ; farewell . And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favor ...
... Laer . My necessaries are embarked ; farewell . And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favor ...
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... Laer . O , fear me not . I stay too long ; -but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . 1 " If with too credulous ear you listen to his songs . " 2 Licentious ...
... Laer . O , fear me not . I stay too long ; -but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . 1 " If with too credulous ear you listen to his songs . " 2 Licentious ...
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... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . " Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . And you yourself shall keep the key of it . ' Tis ...
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . " Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . And you yourself shall keep the key of it . ' Tis ...
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William Shakespeare. farten . ...... ........ Enter LAERTES , armed ; Danes following . Laer . T. Kelley . Ophibeat . ZĽA MORT Act IV Se.V.
William Shakespeare. farten . ...... ........ Enter LAERTES , armed ; Danes following . Laer . T. Kelley . Ophibeat . ZĽA MORT Act IV Se.V.
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Page 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Page 208 - 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 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 13 - 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.
Page 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...