The dramatic works of William Shakspeare Volume 4; with a life of the poet, and notes, original and selected; together with a copious glossary

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1835 Excerpt: ...late Displayed so saucily against your highness,) Having more man than wit about me, drew; He raised the house with loud and coward cries; Your son and daughter found this trespass worth The shame which here it suffers. Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; But fathers, that bear bags, Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor.--But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolors for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year. Lear. 0, how this mother swells up toward my heart! Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element's below!--Where is this daughter? Kent. With the earl, sir, here within. Lear. Follow me not; Stay here. Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you speak of? Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train? Fool. An thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no laboring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again; I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it. That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm But I will tarry, the fool will stay, And let the wise man fly: The knave turns fool, that runs away; The fool no knave, perdy. Kent. W...