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What's the matter here ? 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 .
What's the matter here ? 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 .
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Corn . Speak yet ,
how grew your quarrel ? Stew . This ancient ruffian , sir , whose life I have spar'd ,
At suit of his grey beard , — Kent . Thou whorson zed 34 ! thou unnecessary letter
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Corn . Speak yet ,
how grew your quarrel ? Stew . This ancient ruffian , sir , whose life I have spar'd ,
At suit of his grey beard , — Kent . Thou whorson zed 34 ! thou unnecessary letter
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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 me not . Corn . Na more , perchance , does mine , or his , on
hers . Kent .
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 me not . Corn . Na more , perchance , does mine , or his , on
hers . Kent .
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Corn . I now perceive , it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made
him seek his death ; but a provoking merit , set a - work by a reproveable
badness in himself . Edm . How malicious is my fortune , that I must repent to be
just !
Corn . I now perceive , it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made
him seek his death ; but a provoking merit , set a - work by a reproveable
badness in himself . Edm . How malicious is my fortune , that I must repent to be
just !
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Corn . Get horses for your mistress . Gon . Farewell , sweet lord , and sister . [
Exeunt Goneril and Edmund . Corn . Edmund , farewell . - Go , seek the traitor
Gloster , Pinion him like a thief , bring him before us : [ Exeunt other Servants .
Though ...
Corn . Get horses for your mistress . Gon . Farewell , sweet lord , and sister . [
Exeunt Goneril and Edmund . Corn . Edmund , farewell . - Go , seek the traitor
Gloster , Pinion him like a thief , bring him before us : [ Exeunt other Servants .
Though ...
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Page 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Page 76 - 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 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 87 - 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 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Page 77 - 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. You think...
Page 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
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Page 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 13 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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