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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... give you sleepy drinks : that your senses , unintel- ligent of our insufficience , may , though they cannot praise us , as little accuse us . Cam . You pay a great deal too dear , for what's given freely . Arch . Believe me , I speak as ...
... give you sleepy drinks : that your senses , unintel- ligent of our insufficience , may , though they cannot praise us , as little accuse us . Cam . You pay a great deal too dear , for what's given freely . Arch . Believe me , I speak as ...
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... give him my commission , To let him there a month , behind the gest Prefix'd for his parting : yet , good deed , Leontes , I love thee not a jar o ' the clock behind What lady she her lord . Pol . - Her . Nay , but you will . Pol . Her ...
... give him my commission , To let him there a month , behind the gest Prefix'd for his parting : yet , good deed , Leontes , I love thee not a jar o ' the clock behind What lady she her lord . Pol . - Her . Nay , but you will . Pol . Her ...
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... give line . Go to , go to ! [ Aside . Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE . 6 Pea - cod . 7 Will you be cajoled ? 8 May his lot in life be a happy one . 9 Heir apparent , next claimant . She arms her with the boldness of a wife To SCENE II ...
... give line . Go to , go to ! [ Aside . Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE . 6 Pea - cod . 7 Will you be cajoled ? 8 May his lot in life be a happy one . 9 Heir apparent , next claimant . She arms her with the boldness of a wife To SCENE II ...
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... give mine enemy a lasting wink ; Which draught to me were cordial . Cam . Sir , my lord , I could do this ; and that with no rash7 potion , 6 Disorders of the eye . 7 Hasty . But with a ling ring dram , that should not SCENE II . ] 15 ...
... give mine enemy a lasting wink ; Which draught to me were cordial . Cam . Sir , my lord , I could do this ; and that with no rash7 potion , 6 Disorders of the eye . 7 Hasty . But with a ling ring dram , that should not SCENE II . ] 15 ...
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... Give scandal to the blood o ' the prince my son . Who , I do think is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 8 Cam . I must believe you , sir ; I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for ...
... Give scandal to the blood o ' the prince my son . Who , I do think is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 8 Cam . I must believe you , sir ; I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for ...
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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
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180 ページ - 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.
296 ページ - 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.
182 ページ - 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.
187 ページ - 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.
174 ページ - 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...
210 ページ - 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.
174 ページ - 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.
335 ページ - 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.
179 ページ - 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...
242 ページ - 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...