King LearClarendon Press, 1875 - 200页 |
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... fall worse then I am : and do not I pray thee , do not obstinately continue to infect thee with my wretchednesse : but flie , flie from this region only worthie of me . Deare father ( answered he ) do not take away from me the only ...
... fall worse then I am : and do not I pray thee , do not obstinately continue to infect thee with my wretchednesse : but flie , flie from this region only worthie of me . Deare father ( answered he ) do not take away from me the only ...
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... fall , and had yet any sparkes of vnslaine dutie left in them towards me ; yet durst they not shew it , scarcelie with giuing me almes at their doores ; which yet was the onlie sustenance of my distressed life , no bodie daring to shew ...
... fall , and had yet any sparkes of vnslaine dutie left in them towards me ; yet durst they not shew it , scarcelie with giuing me almes at their doores ; which yet was the onlie sustenance of my distressed life , no bodie daring to shew ...
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... fall rather , though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly , When Lear is mad . What wouldst thou do , old man ? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak , When power to flattery bows ? To plainness ...
... fall rather , though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly , When Lear is mad . What wouldst 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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... fall'n . Sir , there she stands : If aught within that little seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is yours . Bur . I know no answer . Lear ...
... fall'n . Sir , there she stands : If aught within that little seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is yours . Bur . I know no answer . Lear ...
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... Fall'n into taint : which to believe of her , Must be a faith that reason without miracle Could never plant in me . Cor . I yet beseech your majesty , - If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not , since what I well ...
... Fall'n into taint : which to believe of her , Must be a faith that reason without miracle Could never plant in me . Cor . I yet beseech your majesty , - If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not , since what I well ...
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第181页 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
第4页 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters [To love my father all].
第147页 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper', And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
第90页 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
第58页 - What hast thou been? Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog...
第132页 - But come ; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As ' Well, well, we know,' or ' We could, an if we would,' Or
第178页 - They have tied me to a stake ; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. — What's he, That was not born of woman ? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD.
第95页 - 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...
第196页 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
第25页 - 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 disnatur'd torment to her.