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Page 36
Consider, good my liege, things, that love night, Love not such nights as this ;
these wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep
their caves : such drenching rain, Such sheets of fire, such claps of horrid thunder
, ...
Consider, good my liege, things, that love night, Love not such nights as this ;
these wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep
their caves : such drenching rain, Such sheets of fire, such claps of horrid thunder
, ...
Page 10
Look here, love ; This diamond was my mother's: — take it, heart; But keep it till
you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead. Post. How ! — how ! another ? You
gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next,
...
Look here, love ; This diamond was my mother's: — take it, heart; But keep it till
you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead. Post. How ! — how ! another ? You
gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next,
...
Page 51
Tiffin, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in. 2 Spir. Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky. 3 Spir. Liard,
Robin, You must bob in. Chor. Around, around, around, about, about ; All ill come
running in, all good keep out ! 4 Spir. Here's the blood of a bat. Hec. Put in that ...
Tiffin, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in. 2 Spir. Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky. 3 Spir. Liard,
Robin, You must bob in. Chor. Around, around, around, about, about ; All ill come
running in, all good keep out ! 4 Spir. Here's the blood of a bat. Hec. Put in that ...
Page 68
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was ever thick ; keep thine on
Casca, And tell me what thou not'st about the field. This day I breathed first ; time
is come round ; And where I did begin, there shall I end ; My life has run its
compass.
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was ever thick ; keep thine on
Casca, And tell me what thou not'st about the field. This day I breathed first ; time
is come round ; And where I did begin, there shall I end ; My life has run its
compass.
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You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? Canid. Marcus
Octavius, Marcus Justeius, Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea: But' we keep
whole by land. This speed of Caesar s Carries beyond belief. Diom. While he
was yet ...
You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? Canid. Marcus
Octavius, Marcus Justeius, Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea: But' we keep
whole by land. This speed of Caesar s Carries beyond belief. Diom. While he
was yet ...
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The version of King Lear revised by Tate is not the real King Lear. It has been completely rewritten to give it a super happy ending. Wanting to get more familiar with Shakespeare, I read the whole play, not realizing that it wasn't the real tragedy. Very disappointed to find out after the fact that I read a counterfeit play. Reminds me of the Disney-fication of The Little Mermaid or the "Super Happy Ending" in Wayne's World.
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Page 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 18 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Page 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 38 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...