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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Strana 12
... Exit MAMILLIUS . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His ...
... Exit MAMILLIUS . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His ...
Strana 16
... own . Cam . Leon . I will seem friendly , as thou hast advis'd me . I'll do't , my lord . [ Exit . 8 i . e . Could any man so start off from propriety ? - Cam . O miserable lady ! But , for 16 [ ACT I. WINTER'S TALE .
... own . Cam . Leon . I will seem friendly , as thou hast advis'd me . I'll do't , my lord . [ Exit . 8 i . e . Could any man so start off from propriety ? - Cam . O miserable lady ! But , for 16 [ ACT I. WINTER'S TALE .
Strana 27
... the prison , -call to him ; - [ Exit an Attendant . Let him have knowledge who I am . Good lady ! 2 Proof . 3 Of abilities more than sufficient . No court in Europe is too good for thee , SCENE II . ] 27 WINTER'S TAle .
... the prison , -call to him ; - [ Exit an Attendant . Let him have knowledge who I am . Good lady ! 2 Proof . 3 Of abilities more than sufficient . No court in Europe is too good for thee , SCENE II . ] 27 WINTER'S TAle .
Strana 28
... Exit Keeper . I must be present at your conference . Paul . Well , be it so , pr'ythee . Here's such ado to make no stain a stain , As passes colouring . Re - enter Keeper , with EMILIA . Dear gentlewoman , how fares our gracious lady ...
... Exit Keeper . I must be present at your conference . Paul . Well , be it so , pr'ythee . Here's such ado to make no stain a stain , As passes colouring . Re - enter Keeper , with EMILIA . Dear gentlewoman , how fares our gracious lady ...
Strana 31
... [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me ; in himself too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , —Let him be , Until a time may serve ; for present vengeance ...
... [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me ; in himself too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , —Let him be , Until a time may serve ; for present vengeance ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...