King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... play , entitled The True Chronicle Hystorie of Leire , King of England , and his Three Daughters , Gonorill , Ragan , and Cordella ; 1605. A play with that title was entered on the Stationers ' books by Edward White , May 14 , 1594 ...
... play , entitled The True Chronicle Hystorie of Leire , King of England , and his Three Daughters , Gonorill , Ragan , and Cordella ; 1605. A play with that title was entered on the Stationers ' books by Edward White , May 14 , 1594 ...
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... played , during the preceding Christmas , before his majesty at Whitehall . Malone places the date of the composition in ... play ; but it is particularly visible in the delineation of the vicious personages of the drama ; the parts of ...
... played , during the preceding Christmas , before his majesty at Whitehall . Malone places the date of the composition in ... play ; but it is particularly visible in the delineation of the vicious personages of the drama ; the parts of ...
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... play exhibit the manners and the feelings of civilization , and are of that mixed fabric which can alone display a just portraiture of the nature and composition of our species . " The characters of Cordelia and Edgar , it is true ...
... play exhibit the manners and the feelings of civilization , and are of that mixed fabric which can alone display a just portraiture of the nature and composition of our species . " The characters of Cordelia and Edgar , it is true ...
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... play , as in that of Hamlet , finely discriminated between real and assumed insanity ; Edgar , amidst all the wild imagery which his imagination has accumulated , never touching on the true source of his misery ; whilst Lear , on the ...
... play , as in that of Hamlet , finely discriminated between real and assumed insanity ; Edgar , amidst all the wild imagery which his imagination has accumulated , never touching on the true source of his misery ; whilst Lear , on the ...
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... play is beyond all art , as the tamperings with it show ; it is too hard and stony ; it must have love - scenes , and a happy ending . It is not enough that Cordelia is a daughter , she must shine as a lover too . Fate has put his hook ...
... play is beyond all art , as the tamperings with it show ; it is too hard and stony ; it must have love - scenes , and a happy ending . It is not enough that Cordelia is a daughter , she must shine as a lover too . Fate has put his hook ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool friar Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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Сторінка 308 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Сторінка 314 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Сторінка 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered 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!
Сторінка 20 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Сторінка 115 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Сторінка 278 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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...
Сторінка 335 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Сторінка 24 - ... 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Сторінка 316 - ... 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 173 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.