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Page 188 - goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, 30 Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Oh, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take
Page 279 - The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge 20 That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Page 58 - by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers, by 116 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. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish dispo. 120 sition to the
Page 351 - What is't thou say'st ?—Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.— I kill'd the slave that was a.hanging thee. 275 Capt. 'Tis true, my lords, he did. Lear. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip. I am old now, 268.
Page 311 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave ; 45 Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me
Page 327 - talk with them too, Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out; 15 And take upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies. And we 'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by
Page 358 - Edg. He faints.—My lord, my lord ! 312 Kent. Break, heart ; I prithee, break ! Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost. Oh, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world 315 312. [Dies.] H edis. F,. He dyes.
Page 102 - conspicuous, indeed, that the Latin word for ' North ' was derived from them. We call this constellation 'The Dipper,' from its fancied resemblance to the utensil of that name; a name, I believe, scarcely known in England.—ED. Lear. Oh, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper; I would not be
Page 327 - wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by th' moon. Edm. Take them away. Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, 2O The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee ? He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, 14.
Page 359 - Kent and Edgar] Friends of my soul, you twain 320 Rule in this realm and the gored state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go ; My master calls me, I must not say no. Edg. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. 325 316.