The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text: But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825 |
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... noble names , In whose success ? we are gentle , -I beseech you , If you know aught which does behove my know- ledge Thereof to be inform'd , imprison it not In ignorant concealment . Cam . I may not answer . Pol . A sickness caught of ...
... noble names , In whose success ? we are gentle , -I beseech you , If you know aught which does behove my know- ledge Thereof to be inform'd , imprison it not In ignorant concealment . Cam . I may not answer . Pol . A sickness caught of ...
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... noble offer ; Who , but to - day , hammer'd of this design ; But durst not tempt a minister of honour , Lest she should be denied . Paul . Tell her , Emilia ,. I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from it , As boldness from my ...
... noble offer ; Who , but to - day , hammer'd of this design ; But durst not tempt a minister of honour , Lest she should be denied . Paul . Tell her , Emilia ,. I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from it , As boldness from my ...
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... noble follows , if they please , Can clear me in't . 1 Lard . We can ; my royal liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . Leon . You are liars all . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , give us better credit : We have always truly ...
... noble follows , if they please , Can clear me in't . 1 Lard . We can ; my royal liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . Leon . You are liars all . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , give us better credit : We have always truly ...
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... noble heart . past help , What's gone , and what's Should be past grief : Do not receive affliction At my petition , I beseech you ; rather Let me be punish'd , that have minded you Of what you should forget . Now , good my liege , Sir ...
... noble heart . past help , What's gone , and what's Should be past grief : Do not receive affliction At my petition , I beseech you ; rather Let me be punish'd , that have minded you Of what you should forget . Now , good my liege , Sir ...
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... noble , Vilely bound up ? What would he say ? Or how Should I , in these my borrowed flaunts , behold The sternness of his presence ? Flo . Apprehend Nothing but jollity . The gods themselves , s Excesses . + Object of all men's notice ...
... noble , Vilely bound up ? What would he say ? Or how Should I , in these my borrowed flaunts , behold The sternness of his presence ? Flo . Apprehend Nothing but jollity . The gods themselves , s Excesses . + Object of all men's notice ...
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Antigonus ANTIPHOLUS art thou Arth Arthur Attendants AUTOLYCUS Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cawdor chain CLEOMENES Const dead death deed didst Doct doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France Gent gentle give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hence Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the JAMES GURNEY King JOHN Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes liege look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff master mistress never noble o'er o'the Pand PANDULPH Paul Paulina peace poison'd Polixenes pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE shame Shep Sicilia sister SIWARD sleep soul speak sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 180 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Seite 296 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 182 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 187 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight .' or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Seite 174 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Seite 210 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation" in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! LADY M.
Seite 174 - Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Seite 335 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 179 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Seite 242 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...