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, Svazek 9Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some Out of Cym . comfort your best advice . 2 Nay , let her languish [ Exit . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Enter PISANIO . Queen . Here is ...
... Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some Out of Cym . comfort your best advice . 2 Nay , let her languish [ Exit . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Enter PISANIO . Queen . Here is ...
Strana 21
... sweet ; and which she , after , Except she bend her humour , shall be assur'd 8 Re - enter PISANIO , and Ladies . To taste of too . — So , so ; - well done , well done : The violets , cowslips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet ...
... sweet ; and which she , after , Except she bend her humour , shall be assur'd 8 Re - enter PISANIO , and Ladies . To taste of too . — So , so ; - well done , well done : The violets , cowslips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet ...
Strana 26
... sweet pleasure ; More noble than that runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close , as sure . Imo . What ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! -I do condemn mine ...
... sweet pleasure ; More noble than that runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close , as sure . Imo . What ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! -I do condemn mine ...
Strana 33
... sweet air , with admirable rich words to it , and then let her consider . - SONG . Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies And winking ...
... sweet air , with admirable rich words to it , and then let her consider . - SONG . Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies And winking ...
Strana 35
... . How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good ? The princess ― Enter IMOGEN . Clo . Good - morrow , fairest sister : Your sweet hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . ] 35 CYMBELINE ,
... . How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good ? The princess ― Enter IMOGEN . Clo . Good - morrow , fairest sister : Your sweet hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . ] 35 CYMBELINE ,
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Aaron Alack Andronicus art thou ARVIRAGUS Bassianus BELARIUS blood brother Cæsar call'd CHIRON Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death dost doth duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Jupiter Kent king lady Lavinia Lear Leonatus letter look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcus master mistress night noble o'the Pisanio poison'd poor Post POSTHUMUS pray queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sister sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue traitor villain
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Strana 273 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Strana 311 - Lear Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me/ for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: YOU have some cause, they have not. Cordelia No cause, no cause.
Strana 223 - Thou, Nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Strana 237 - Lear. — Does any here know me ? — This is not Lear : does Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, or his discernings are lethargied. — Sleeping or waking? — Ha! sure 'tis not so. — Who is it that can tell me who I am ? — Fool.
Strana 57 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strana 223 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Strana 243 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Strana 84 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 216 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.