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" 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... "
The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected - 53 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: William Shakespeare - 1773
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The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new ..., 7±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man5, 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 bear it tamely ; touch me...
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The Novels and Romances of Anna Eliza Bray ..., 6±Ç

Mrs. Bray (Anna Eliza) - 1845 - 458 ÆäÀÌÁö
...king, impressed even their untaught minds with the magnanimity of her character. CHAPTER L. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me...
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Mrs. Bray (Anna Eliza) - 1845 - 460 ÆäÀÌÁö
...king, impressed even their untaught minds with the magnanimity of her character. CHAPTER L. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man. As full of grief as age; wretched in both! What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heavenj I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me...
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The novels and romances of A.E. Bray, 6±Ç

Anna Eliza Bray - 1845 - 478 ÆäÀÌÁö
...king, impressed even their untaught minds with the magnanimity of her character. CHAPTER L. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heaven, I'll hate. him everlastingly, That bids me...
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Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, 3±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 ÆäÀÌÁö
...keeps thee warm. But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need! You see ing, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France : Not all the dukes of wat stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me...
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The Drawing-room magazine: or, Ladies book of fancy needlework and choice ...

1848 - 650 ÆäÀÌÁö
...his angry division of the kingdom, and his humiliation is greater than his rage : You see we have, you Gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age — wretched in both. He totters from their presence — heart-broken — mad. And they ? — they bar their doors against...
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The American Whig Review, 6±Ç

1847 - 726 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thus imparted. Thus, when Lear appeals to ' the gods' — " You see me here, ye gods, a poor old i • man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters' heart," &c. &c. We are not oflended, and we can understand that Lear is addressing...
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The American Whig Review, 6±Ç

1847 - 724 ÆäÀÌÁö
...is thus imparted. Thus, when Lear appeals to s the gods' — " You see me here, ye gods, a poor old As full of grief as age, wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters' heart," &c. &c. We are not offended, and we can understand that Lear is addressing...
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An Inquiry Into the Philosophy and Religion of Shakspere

William John Birch - 1848 - 574 ÆäÀÌÁö
...scarcely keeps thee warm. Bat for true need! You Heav'ns, give me that patience which I need ! 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' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me...
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The Heroic Idiom of Shakespearean Tragedy

James C. Bulman - 1985 - 276 ÆäÀÌÁö
...affirmation that the type still lives in threats that would do credit to Atreus himself. Lear begins: You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me...
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