The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8Dove, 1830 |
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... tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , i To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! -Away , away ! [ Exit . Alb . Now ...
... tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , i To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! -Away , away ! [ Exit . Alb . Now ...
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... tears his white hair ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of : Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein ...
... tears his white hair ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of : Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein ...
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... tear this hand , For lifting food to't ? —But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . In such a night To shut me out ! -Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O , Regan , Goneril ! — Your old kind father , whose ...
... tear this hand , For lifting food to't ? —But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . In such a night To shut me out ! -Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O , Regan , Goneril ! — Your old kind father , whose ...
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... tears begin to take his part so much , They'll mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Aside . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : -Avaunt , you curs ...
... tears begin to take his part so much , They'll mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Aside . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : -Avaunt , you curs ...
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... Tears out GLOSTER's other Eye , and throws it on the Ground . Glo . All dark and comfortless . - Where's my son Ed- mund ? Edmund enkindle all the sparks of nature , To quit this horrid act . Reg . Out , treacherous villain ! Thou call ...
... Tears out GLOSTER's other Eye , and throws it on the Ground . Glo . All dark and comfortless . - Where's my son Ed- mund ? Edmund enkindle all the sparks of nature , To quit this horrid act . Reg . Out , treacherous villain ! Thou call ...
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Page 284 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 283 - 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, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumbshows and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it outherods Herod : pray you, avoid it.
Page 275 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 249 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 61 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 102 - Ah, do not, when my heart hath scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come : so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might ; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compar'd with loss of thee will not seem so.
Page 149 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres, till they return.
Page 17 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars : — as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Page 337 - Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Page 174 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.