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, Volumul 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Pagina 7
... look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word , As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee ; Have at thee coward ...
... look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word , As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee ; Have at thee coward ...
Pagina 13
... look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young men feel 5 Account , estimation . When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping c 3 SCENE II . ] 13 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young men feel 5 Account , estimation . When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping c 3 SCENE II . ] 13 ROMEO AND JULIET .
Pagina 19
... look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep will I endart mine eye , Than your consent gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests are come , supper served up , you called , my young lady ...
... look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep will I endart mine eye , Than your consent gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests are come , supper served up , you called , my young lady ...
Pagina 21
... look on , - The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done . Mer . Tut ! dun ' s the mouse , the constable's own word : If thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire Of this ( save reverence ) love , wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears ...
... look on , - The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done . Mer . Tut ! dun ' s the mouse , the constable's own word : If thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire Of this ( save reverence ) love , wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears ...
Pagina 24
... look to the plate : -good thou , save me a piece of march - pane " ; and , as thou lovest me , let the porter let in Susan and Nell . — An- tony ! and Potpan ! 2 Serv . Ay , boy ; ready . 1 Serv . You are looked for , and called for ...
... look to the plate : -good thou , save me a piece of march - pane " ; and , as thou lovest me , let the porter let in Susan and Nell . — An- tony ! and Potpan ! 2 Serv . Ay , boy ; ready . 1 Serv . You are looked for , and called for ...
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The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1825 |
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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 ?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...