The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; 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, Band 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... hast shown , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a ...
... hast shown , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a ...
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... hast heard me speak to - night .. Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain , deny What I have spoke : But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know , thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet , if thou swear'st , Thou ...
... hast heard me speak to - night .. Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain , deny What I have spoke : But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know , thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet , if thou swear'st , Thou ...
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... I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thou been then ? Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , 38 [ ACT II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
... I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thou been then ? Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , 38 [ ACT II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... hast worn out thy pump ; that , when the single sole of it is worn , the jest may remain after the wearing , solely singular . Rom . O single - soled jest , solely singular for the singleness ! Mer . Come between us , good Benvolio ; my ...
... hast worn out thy pump ; that , when the single sole of it is worn , the jest may remain after the wearing , solely singular . Rom . O single - soled jest , solely singular for the singleness ! Mer . Come between us , good Benvolio ; my ...
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... Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away . Nurse . Peter , stay at the gate . [ Exit PETER Jul . Now , good sweet nurse , -why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily ; If good , thou sham'st the musick of sweet ...
... Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away . Nurse . Peter , stay at the gate . [ Exit PETER Jul . Now , good sweet nurse , -why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily ; If good , thou sham'st the musick of sweet ...
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art thou BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband Iago Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'y thee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain watch weep What's wife wilt word
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Seite 169 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Seite 179 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 273 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Seite 170 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...
Seite 167 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers, — quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Seite 232 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 161 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Seite 22 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Seite 180 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 113 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...