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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... Pray , Sir , be patient . Lear . Detefted kite ! thou lieft . [ To Gonerill , My train are men of choice and rareft parts , That all particulars of duty know ; And in the moft exact regard fupport . The worships of their names . O moft ...
... Pray , Sir , be patient . Lear . Detefted kite ! thou lieft . [ To Gonerill , My train are men of choice and rareft parts , That all particulars of duty know ; And in the moft exact regard fupport . The worships of their names . O moft ...
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... Pray you , be content . What , Ofwald , ho ! -You , Sir , more knave than fool , after your master . [ To the Fool . Fool . Nuncle Lear , nuncle Lear , tarry , take the fool with thee . A Fox , when one has caught her , And fuch a ...
... Pray you , be content . What , Ofwald , ho ! -You , Sir , more knave than fool , after your master . [ To the Fool . Fool . Nuncle Lear , nuncle Lear , tarry , take the fool with thee . A Fox , when one has caught her , And fuch a ...
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... pray you , what are they ? Cur . Have you heard of no likely wars toward twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may do then in time . Fare you well , Sir . Edm . The Duke be here to - night ! The better ...
... pray you , what are they ? Cur . Have you heard of no likely wars toward twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may do then in time . Fare you well , Sir . Edm . The Duke be here to - night ! The better ...
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... Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd and travell'd hard ; Sometime I fhall fleep out , the reft I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels . Give you good morrow . Glo . The Duke's to blame in this , ' twill be ill taken ...
... Pray , do not , Sir . I've watch'd and travell'd hard ; Sometime I fhall fleep out , the reft I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels . Give you good morrow . Glo . The Duke's to blame in this , ' twill be ill taken ...
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... pray'rs , Inforce their charity . Poor Turlygood ! poor Tom ! That's fomething yet . I Edgar I nothing am . [ Exit . SCENE IX . Changes again to the Earl of Glo'fter's Castle .. Enter Lear , Fool , and Gentleman . Lear . IS ftrange ...
... pray'rs , Inforce their charity . Poor Turlygood ! poor Tom ! That's fomething yet . I Edgar I nothing am . [ Exit . SCENE IX . Changes again to the Earl of Glo'fter's Castle .. Enter Lear , Fool , and Gentleman . Lear . IS ftrange ...
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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!
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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...
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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.