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... lives hence , and banishment is here . [ To Cordelia ] The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! [ To Regan and Goneril ] And your large speeches may your deeds approve , That ...
... lives hence , and banishment is here . [ To Cordelia ] The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! [ To Regan and Goneril ] And your large speeches may your deeds approve , That ...
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... live the beloved of your brother , EDGAR . ' Hum - conspiracy ! - ' Sleep till I waked him , — you should enjoy half ... lives . oft maintain it to be fit , that , sons 31 SC . II King Lear.
... live the beloved of your brother , EDGAR . ' Hum - conspiracy ! - ' Sleep till I waked him , — you should enjoy half ... lives . oft maintain it to be fit , that , sons 31 SC . II King Lear.
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... live And be a thwart disnatured torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How ...
... live And be a thwart disnatured torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How ...
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... lives in mercy . Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken : I know his heart . What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister ...
... lives in mercy . Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken : I know his heart . What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister ...
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... lives : He dies that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Osw . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred your ...
... lives : He dies that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Osw . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred your ...
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208 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
303 ÆäÀÌÁö - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o...
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - d jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...