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acquaintance ADVENTURER Almerine appearance ardour attempt bagnio beauty became brothel Caliban Caprinus Catiline censure character Clodio considered contempt courage danger daughter Demosthenes disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress endeavour equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fore fortune frequently Gonerill gratify guilt happiness hast heart Hilario honour hope hour imagination impatient increased innocence insensibility JOHN HAWKESWORTH kind knew labour lady Lear learned less look mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature neral ness never night Nourassin object obtain Ovid passion perceived perpetual pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch Posidippus present produced proportion racter reason received reflected SATURDAY scarce scene sentiments servant Shakspeare Shelimah sion solicitous Soliman sometimes soon Sophocles suffered Sycorax Tavistock Street tenderness thee thou thought tion told truth TUESDAY utmost Virg virtue wish wretched writer Xerxes
Page 131 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Page 133 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. 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.
Page 173 - 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.
Page 174 - No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 19 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 129 - Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Page 115 - If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause ; send down, and take my part...
Page 171 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools; This...
Page 21 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.