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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... lord and you were then at Mantua : — Nay , I do bear a brain 3 , — but , as I said , When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple And felt it bitter , O the pretty fool ! To see it tetchy , and fall out with the teat . Shake , quoth the ...
... lord and you were then at Mantua : — Nay , I do bear a brain 3 , — but , as I said , When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple And felt it bitter , O the pretty fool ! To see it tetchy , and fall out with the teat . Shake , quoth the ...
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... lord ? Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ! For who is living , if those two are gone ? Nurse . Tybalt is gone , and Romeo banished . Romeo , that kill'd him , he is banished . Jul . O heaven ! -did Romeo's hand shed ...
... lord ? Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ! For who is living , if those two are gone ? Nurse . Tybalt is gone , and Romeo banished . Romeo , that kill'd him , he is banished . Jul . O heaven ! -did Romeo's hand shed ...
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... lord , where's Romeo ? Fri. There on the ground , with his own tears made drunk . Nurse . O , he is even in my mistress ' case , Just in her case ! Fri. O woeful sympathy ! Even so lies she , Piteous predicament ! Nurse . Blubbering and ...
... lord , where's Romeo ? Fri. There on the ground , with his own tears made drunk . Nurse . O , he is even in my mistress ' case , Just in her case ! Fri. O woeful sympathy ! Even so lies she , Piteous predicament ! Nurse . Blubbering and ...
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... lord . Cap . Monday ? ha ! ha ! Well , Wednesday is too soon , O'Thursday let it be ; - o'Thursday , tell her , She shall be married to this noble earl : - Will you be ready ? do you like this haste ? We'll keep no great ado ; a friend ...
... lord . Cap . Monday ? ha ! ha ! Well , Wednesday is too soon , O'Thursday let it be ; - o'Thursday , tell her , She shall be married to this noble earl : - Will you be ready ? do you like this haste ? We'll keep no great ado ; a friend ...
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... lord , I would that Thursday were to- morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone : - O'Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , - Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewell , my lord . - Light to my chamber ...
... lord , I would that Thursday were to- morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone : - O'Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , - Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewell , my lord . - Light to my chamber ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman Ghost give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'ythee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing THOMAS BOWDLER thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain What's wife wilt word
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Seite 130 - chief in that. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — To thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season
Seite 137 - a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon
Seite 168 - That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 5 The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus
Seite 139 - meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark: [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu ! remember me. 1 have sworn't. Hor. [ Within^ My lord, my lord, — Mar.
Seite 137 - for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I
Seite 205 - They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. King. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this: King. Conceit upon her father.
Seite 153 - Pol. Not I, my lord ? Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest,. as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Pol. Honest, my lord? Pol. That's very true, my lord.
Seite 299 - with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. lago. My noble lord, lago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my Oth. What dost thou say, lago ? lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost
Seite 204 - So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen, How now, Ophelia ? Oph. How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff", And his sandal shoon. 4
Seite 190 - Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's» curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station