The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 6J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... daughter does not love thee leait ; Nor are thofe empty hearted , whofe low found Reverbs no hollowness . Lear . Kent , On thy life no more . Kent . My life I never held but as a pawn 8 Think'ft thou , that duty shall bave dread to ...
... daughter does not love thee leait ; Nor are thofe empty hearted , whofe low found Reverbs no hollowness . Lear . Kent , On thy life no more . Kent . My life I never held but as a pawn 8 Think'ft thou , that duty shall bave dread to ...
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... daughter ; what in the leaft Will you require in prefent dower with her , Or cease your queft of love ? Bur . Most royal majesty , I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd , Nor will you tender less . Lear . Right noble Burgundy ...
... daughter ; what in the leaft Will you require in prefent dower with her , Or cease your queft of love ? Bur . Most royal majesty , I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd , Nor will you tender less . Lear . Right noble Burgundy ...
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... daughter , King , thrown to my chance , Is Queen of us , of ours , and our fair France ; Not all the Dukes of wat'rifh Burgundy 1 Can buy this unpriz'd , precious , maid of me . Bid them farewel , Cordelia , tho ' unkind ; Thou lofeft ...
... daughter , King , thrown to my chance , Is Queen of us , of ours , and our fair France ; Not all the Dukes of wat'rifh Burgundy 1 Can buy this unpriz'd , precious , maid of me . Bid them farewel , Cordelia , tho ' unkind ; Thou lofeft ...
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... daughter ? Stew . So pleafe you . [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back - Where's my fool , ho ? I think , the world's afleep . How now ? where's that mungrel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter ...
... daughter ? Stew . So pleafe you . [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back - Where's my fool , ho ? I think , the world's afleep . How now ? where's that mungrel ? Knight . He fays , my Lord , your daughter ...
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... daughter , I would speak with her . Go you , call hither my fool . Enter Steward . you , Sir , come you hither , Sir ; who am I , Sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ? my Lord's knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave ...
... daughter , I would speak with her . Go you , call hither my fool . Enter Steward . you , Sir , come you hither , Sir ; who am I , Sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ? my Lord's knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave ...
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Page 132 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 429 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 423 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Page 26 - ... 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...
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Page 117 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway 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 149 - 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 392 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 131 - 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.