The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copies Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., and Edmond Malone, Esq., with Mr. Malone's Various Readings; a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, and a Life of Shakspeare, Том 8Longman and Company, 1847 |
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... The true blank of thine eye . ] The blank is the white or exact mark at which the arrow is shot . See better , says Kent , and keep me always in your view . Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or SCENE I. 11 KING LEAR .
... The true blank of thine eye . ] The blank is the white or exact mark at which the arrow is shot . See better , says Kent , and keep me always in your view . Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or SCENE I. 11 KING LEAR .
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... keeps our fortunes from us , till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the op- pression of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may ...
... keeps our fortunes from us , till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the op- pression of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may ...
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... keep honest counsel , ride , run , mar a curious tale in telling it , and deliver a plain message bluntly ; that which ordinary men are fit for , I am qualify'd in ; and the best of me is diligence . Lear . How old art thou ? Kent . Not ...
... keep honest counsel , ride , run , mar a curious tale in telling it , and deliver a plain message bluntly ; that which ordinary men are fit for , I am qualify'd in ; and the best of me is diligence . Lear . How old art thou ? Kent . Not ...
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... keep my coxcombs myself : There's mine ; beg another of thy daughters . Lear . Take heed , sirrah ; the whip . Fool . Truth's a dog that must to kennel ; he must be whipp'd out , when Lady , the brach , may stand by the fire and stink ...
... keep my coxcombs myself : There's mine ; beg another of thy daughters . Lear . Take heed , sirrah ; the whip . Fool . Truth's a dog that must to kennel ; he must be whipp'd out , when Lady , the brach , may stand by the fire and stink ...
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... keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie ; I would fain learn to lie . Lear . If you lie , sirrah , we'll ... keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of SCENE IV . 31 KING LEAR.
... keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie ; I would fain learn to lie . Lear . If you lie , sirrah , we'll ... keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of SCENE IV . 31 KING LEAR.
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Сторінка 316 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. 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 ?...
Сторінка 198 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Сторінка 326 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Сторінка 340 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 285 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Сторінка 509 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Сторінка 270 - That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
Сторінка 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Сторінка 431 - Their dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter.
Сторінка 159 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...