The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 96
עמוד 19
... I'll find it , And tie it to this country . And I vow , My reign shall be so easy to the subject , That ev'ry man fhall be his prince himself , And his own law ( yet I his prince and law ) . And , dearest lady , let me fay , you are The ...
... I'll find it , And tie it to this country . And I vow , My reign shall be so easy to the subject , That ev'ry man fhall be his prince himself , And his own law ( yet I his prince and law ) . And , dearest lady , let me fay , you are The ...
עמוד 23
... I'll fupprefs him , he's a factious spirit , And will undo me : Noble Sir , your hand , I am your fervant . King . Away , I do not like this : For this time I do pardon your wild speech . [ Exeunt King , Pha . Are . and train . Dion ...
... I'll fupprefs him , he's a factious spirit , And will undo me : Noble Sir , your hand , I am your fervant . King . Away , I do not like this : For this time I do pardon your wild speech . [ Exeunt King , Pha . Are . and train . Dion ...
עמוד 42
... I'll difgrace her first , Then leave her to her fhame . Megra . You are resolv'd ? Pha . Moft conftantly . Megra . The reft remains with me : I will produce fuch proofs , that the fhall know I did not leave our country , and degrade Our ...
... I'll difgrace her first , Then leave her to her fhame . Megra . You are resolv'd ? Pha . Moft conftantly . Megra . The reft remains with me : I will produce fuch proofs , that the fhall know I did not leave our country , and degrade Our ...
עמוד 47
... I'll fet it Like a prodigious ftar , for all to gaze at ; And that fo high and glowing , other realms , Foreign and far , fhall read it there ; and then Behold the fall of your fair princess too . King . Has fhe a boy ? Clere . So ...
... I'll fet it Like a prodigious ftar , for all to gaze at ; And that fo high and glowing , other realms , Foreign and far , fhall read it there ; and then Behold the fall of your fair princess too . King . Has fhe a boy ? Clere . So ...
עמוד 53
... I'll love those pieces you have cut away , Better than those that grow ; and kifs those limbs , Because you made them fo . Phi . Fear'st thou not death ? Can boys contemn that ? Bel . Oh , what boy is he Can be content to live to be a ...
... I'll love those pieces you have cut away , Better than those that grow ; and kifs those limbs , Because you made them fo . Phi . Fear'st thou not death ? Can boys contemn that ? Bel . Oh , what boy is he Can be content to live to be a ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 188 - 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...
עמוד 193 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
עמוד 183 - 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 yon...
עמוד 122 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
עמוד 193 - 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.
עמוד 101 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
עמוד 154 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
עמוד 156 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
עמוד 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
עמוד 186 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?