The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... turn craver too , and so I fhall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipp'd then ? 2 Fib . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipp'd , I would with no better office , than to be beadle ...
... turn craver too , and so I fhall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipp'd then ? 2 Fib . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipp'd , I would with no better office , than to be beadle ...
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... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the bleft infufions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , ftones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works , and of her ...
... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the bleft infufions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , ftones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works , and of her ...
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... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a moufe , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a moufe , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
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... turn ; therefore say what a paragon fhe is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder fhall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
... turn ; therefore say what a paragon fhe is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder fhall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
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... turn a child again . I think Cle . Were I chief lord of all this fpacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any fingle crown o'the earth , I'the justice of compare ...
... turn a child again . I think Cle . Were I chief lord of all this fpacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any fingle crown o'the earth , I'the justice of compare ...
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Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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Page 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Page 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Page 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Page 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.