The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... thunder in thine ear my just complaint , And tell thee to thy face , that thou dost ill . Lear . Hear me , rash man ; on thine allegiance hear me : Since thou hast striven to make us break our vow , And press'd between our sentence and ...
... thunder in thine ear my just complaint , And tell thee to thy face , that thou dost ill . Lear . Hear me , rash man ; on thine allegiance hear me : Since thou hast striven to make us break our vow , And press'd between our sentence and ...
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... thunder bearer strike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heaven . Mend when thou canst ; be better at thy leisure ; -- I can be patient , I can stay with Regan , I , and my hundred knights . Reg . Your pardon , sir ; I look'd not for ...
... thunder bearer strike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heaven . Mend when thou canst ; be better at thy leisure ; -- I can be patient , I can stay with Regan , I , and my hundred knights . Reg . Your pardon , sir ; I look'd not for ...
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... thunder bearer strike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heaven . Mend when thou canst ; be better at thy leisure ; -- I can be patient , I can stay with Regan , I , and my hundred knights . Reg . Your pardon , sir ; I look'd not for ...
... thunder bearer strike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heaven . Mend when thou canst ; be better at thy leisure ; -- I can be patient , I can stay with Regan , I , and my hundred knights . Reg . Your pardon , sir ; I look'd not for ...
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... Thunder . Lear . Heav'ns drop your patience down ! You see me here , ye gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not so much To ...
... Thunder . Lear . Heav'ns drop your patience down ! You see me here , ye gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not so much To ...
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... Thunder . Lear . Rumble thy fill ! fight whirlwind , rain and fire ! Not fire , wind , rain , or thunder , are my daughters : I tax not you , ye elements , with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children ; You owe me ...
... Thunder . Lear . Rumble thy fill ! fight whirlwind , rain and fire ! Not fire , wind , rain , or thunder , are my daughters : I tax not you , ye elements , with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children ; You owe me ...
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The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays which are Acted at ..., Volume 4 Mrs. Inchbald Visualização integral - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visualização integral - 1808 |
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Página 6 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 24 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Página 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Página 65 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Página 24 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 27 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Página 47 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Página 37 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Página 63 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Página 82 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical,° or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace ° and great prediction Of noble having ° and of royal hope,° That he seems rapt ° withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60 Your favours nor your hate.° First Witch.