King Lear, from Hudson's School ShakespeareGinn and Heath, 1880 - 112 páginas |
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... thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear . Peace , Kent ! Good my liege , – - Come not between the dragon and his ... thou do , old man ? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak , When power to flattery bows ? To plainness ...
... thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear . Peace , Kent ! Good my liege , – - Come not between the dragon and his ... thou do , old man ? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak , When power to flattery bows ? To plainness ...
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... thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! -- - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , Which we durst never yet , — and with strain'd pride To come between our sentence and our power , - Which ...
... thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! -- - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , Which we durst never yet , — and with strain'd pride To come between our sentence and our power , - Which ...
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... thou Hadst not been born than not t ' have pleas'd me better . France . Is it but this , a tardiness in nature - Which often leaves the history unspoke 28 So the folio ; the quartos , " Most best , most dearest . " 29 Taint for attaint ...
... thou Hadst not been born than not t ' have pleas'd me better . France . Is it but this , a tardiness in nature - Which often leaves the history unspoke 28 So the folio ; the quartos , " Most best , most dearest . " 29 Taint for attaint ...
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... Thou losest here , a better where to find . Lear . Thou hast her , France : let her be thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again : Therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benison ...
... Thou losest here , a better where to find . Lear . Thou hast her , France : let her be thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again : Therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benison ...
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... 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 , 2 For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a ...
... 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 , 2 For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alack Albany arms art thou better brother Burgundy Coleridge Cord Cordelia Corn daughters dear death dost thou doth Dover Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Edmund Enter EDGAR Enter GLOSTER Enter LEAR Exeunt Exit eyes father favour feel folio follow Fool fortune foul fiend France Gent gentleman give Glos GLOSTER'S Castle gods Goneril Grace Grammar Greek hand hath hear heart Heavens hither honour JULIUS CÆSAR KING LEAR kingdom knave lady Lear's lord Macbeth madam master means Merchant of Venice nature never night noble nuncle old copies old King Oswald pity Poet poison'd poor Poor Tom Pr'ythee pray quartos Regan SCENE seems sense Servants Shakespeare sirrah sister slave speak speech stand sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art traitor trumpet unnatural villain W. D. WHITNEY word wretched
Pasajes populares
Página 474 - 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 upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies : and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones. That ebb and flow by the moon.
Página 426 - You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both, If it be you that stir these daughters...
Página 463 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Página 429 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man ! 9 Fool.
Página 469 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. 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.
Página 468 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack ! Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all.
Página 463 - em: Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Página 434 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 402 - Hear, Nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen ; that it may live, And be a thwart disnatured torment to her...
Página 463 - Lear. What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?