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 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Strana 6
... Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo , There is a kind of character in thy life , That , to the observer , doth thy history Fully unfold : - In our remove , be ...
... Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo , There is a kind of character in thy life , That , to the observer , doth thy history Fully unfold : - In our remove , be ...
Strana 7
... look into the bottom of my place : A power I have ; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed . Ang . ' Tis so with me : gether , - Let us withdraw to- And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point . Esca . I ...
... look into the bottom of my place : A power I have ; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed . Ang . ' Tis so with me : gether , - Let us withdraw to- And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point . Esca . I ...
Strana 18
... Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isa . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him ? Ang . He's sentenc'd ; ' tis too late . Isa . Too late ! why , no ; I ...
... Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isa . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him ? Ang . He's sentenc'd ; ' tis too late . Isa . Too late ! why , no ; I ...
Strana 24
... look in this gentleman's face : - Good master Froth , look upon his honour ; ' tis for a good purpose ; doth your honour mark his face ? Esca . Ay , sir , very well . Pom . Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Esca . Why , no ...
... look in this gentleman's face : - Good master Froth , look upon his honour ; ' tis for a good purpose ; doth your honour mark his face ? Esca . Ay , sir , very well . Pom . Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Esca . Why , no ...
Strana 26
... Look you , bring me in the names of some six or seven , the most sufficient of your parish . Elb . To your worship's house , sir ? Esca . To my house : Fare you well . [ Exeunt ESCALUS , Apparitors , ELBOW , and Tipstaves . SCENE III ...
... Look you , bring me in the names of some six or seven , the most sufficient of your parish . Elb . To your worship's house , sir ? Esca . To my house : Fare you well . [ Exeunt ESCALUS , Apparitors , ELBOW , and Tipstaves . SCENE III ...
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ABHORSON Apparitors Athens Barnardine Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don John Don PEDRO doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool Friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour ISABELLA Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid marry master Master constable moon Moth musick Nath never night oath OBERON pardon Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tipstaves Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true Verg villain What's word
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Strana 19 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Strana 174 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 20 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Strana 174 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Strana 174 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 34 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts...
Strana 163 - Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; Her. O spite ! too old to be engag'd to young! Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
Strana 34 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice...
Strana 208 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Strana 170 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.