The Tragedies of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Language: English

Pages: 1039

ISBN: 2:00116103

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Contains the complete text of such Shakespeare tragedies as Romeo and Juliet, King Lear, and Macbeth.

Hamlet (The Arden Shakespeare, Third Series) (Revised Edition)

Japanese Folk Plays: The Ink Smeared Lady and Other Kyogen

The Noh Drama: Ten Plays from the Japanese

Antigone, Oedipus the King, Electra (Oxford World's Classics)

The Kid

Three Revenge Tragedies: The Revenger's Tragedy; The White Devil; The Changeling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

weakness draws My very soul of counsel. Stop my mouth. TROILUS. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. PANDARUS. Pretty, i’ faith. CRESSIDA. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: I am asham’d: O heavens! what have I done? For this time will I take my leave, my lord. TROILUS. Your leave, sweet Cressid? PANDARUS. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morn- ing,— CRESSIDA. Pray you, content you. TROILUS. What offends you, lady? CRESSIDA.

house’s top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep, And break your own neck down. QUEEN. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. HAMLET. I must to England; you know that? QUEEN. Alack! I had forgot: ’tis so concluded on. HAMLET. There ’s letters seal’d; and my two schoolfellows. Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my

Come, your lord calls! Enter four or five of the Guard of Antony ANTONY. Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides; ’Tis the last service that I shall command you. FIRST GUARD. Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear All your true followers out. ALL. Most heavy day! ANTONY. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows; bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up; I have led you oft; carry

dignified enough, Even to the point of envy, if ’twere made Comparative for your virtues, to be styl’d The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated For being preferr’d so well. CLOTEN. The south-fog rot him! IMOGEN. He never can meet more mischance than come To be but nam’d of thee. His meanest garment That ever hath but clipp’d his body, is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio! Enter Pisanio CLOTEN. ‘His garment!’ Now, the

‘stow’d.’ II. iii. 63. ‘kill’d are wonder’d at’; Daniel, ‘still ne’er wondered at’; Anonymous conjecture, ‘kill’d are scorned at’; Kinnear, ‘little are wonder’d at.’ II. iv. 41. ‘For honour’s cause’; Dyce’s reading; Quartos, Folios 3, 4, ‘Try honours cause’; Steevens conjectured ‘Try honour’s course’; Jackson conjectured ‘Cry, honour’s cause!’; Anonymous conjecture ‘By honour’s cause.’ Prol. III. 35. ‘Y-ravished’; Stevens conjectured; Quarto 1, ‘Irany shed’; Quarto 2, ‘Irany shed’; the

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