King Lear. Romeo and JulietL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... FOOL . OSWALD , steward to Goneril . OFFICER , employed by Edmund . GENTLEMAN , attendant on Cordelia . HERALD . SERVANTS to Cornwall . GONERIL , REGAN , } daughters to Lear . CORDELIA , Knights attending on the king , Officers ...
... FOOL . OSWALD , steward to Goneril . OFFICER , employed by Edmund . GENTLEMAN , attendant on Cordelia . HERALD . SERVANTS to Cornwall . GONERIL , REGAN , } daughters to Lear . CORDELIA , Knights attending on the king , Officers ...
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... fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night , he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds : I'll not endure it : His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On every trifle ...
... fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night , he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds : I'll not endure it : His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us On every trifle ...
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... fool ? Go you , and call my fool hither . Enter STEWard . You , you , sirrah , where's my daughter ? Stew . So please you , [ Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clot- poll back . Where's my fool , ho ? -I think the ...
... fool ? Go you , and call my fool hither . Enter STEWard . You , you , sirrah , where's my daughter ? Stew . So please you , [ Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clot- poll back . Where's my fool , ho ? -I think the ...
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... fool ? I have not seen him this two days . Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well.- Go you , and tell my daughter I would speak with her ...
... fool ? I have not seen him this two days . Knight . Since my young lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . Lear . No more of that ; I have noted it well.- Go you , and tell my daughter I would speak with her ...
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... FOOL . Fool . Let me hire him too : -here's my cox- comb . [ giving Kent his cap . Lear . How now , my pretty knave ? how dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? : Fool . Why ? For taking one's ...
... FOOL . Fool . Let me hire him too : -here's my cox- comb . [ giving Kent his cap . Lear . How now , my pretty knave ? how dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? : Fool . Why ? For taking one's ...
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Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poison'd poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
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Сторінка 28 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behavior,) 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.
Сторінка 75 - O, reason not the need ! our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap, as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Сторінка 81 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Сторінка 204 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Сторінка 203 - 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...
Сторінка 191 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 204 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Сторінка 11 - tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May, be prevented now.
Сторінка 208 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. 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.
Сторінка 238 - 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.