The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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Page 427
... lago , ancient to the general . Cas . He has had most favorable and happy speed . Tempests themselves , high seas , and howling winds , The guttered rocks , and congregated sands , - Traitors ensteeped 2 to clog the guiltless keel , As ...
... lago , ancient to the general . Cas . He has had most favorable and happy speed . Tempests themselves , high seas , and howling winds , The guttered rocks , and congregated sands , - Traitors ensteeped 2 to clog the guiltless keel , As ...
Page 428
... lago , That I extend my manners ; ' tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy . [ Kissing her . Iago . Sir , would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me , You'd have enough . Des . Alas ...
... lago , That I extend my manners ; ' tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy . [ Kissing her . Iago . Sir , would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me , You'd have enough . Des . Alas ...
Page 432
... lago . Lay thy finger - thus , and let thy soul be instructed . Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor , but for bragging , and telling her fantastical lies ; and will she love him still for prating ? Let not thy discreet ...
... lago . Lay thy finger - thus , and let thy soul be instructed . Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor , but for bragging , and telling her fantastical lies ; and will she love him still for prating ? Let not thy discreet ...
Page 436
... lago is most honest . Michael , good night ; to - morrow , with our earliest , Let me have speech with you . - Come , my dear love , The purchase made , the fruits are to ensue ; [ To DESDEMONA . That profit's yet to come ' twixt me and ...
... lago is most honest . Michael , good night ; to - morrow , with our earliest , Let me have speech with you . - Come , my dear love , The purchase made , the fruits are to ensue ; [ To DESDEMONA . That profit's yet to come ' twixt me and ...
Page 437
... lago ; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking . I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertain- ment . Iago . O , they are our friends . But one cup ; I'll drink for you . 1 Cas . I have drunk but one ...
... lago ; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking . I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertain- ment . Iago . O , they are our friends . But one cup ; I'll drink for you . 1 Cas . I have drunk but one ...
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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...