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 ...

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825

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Page 130 - chief in that. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — To thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season
Page 137 - a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon
Page 168 - That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 5 The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus
Page 139 - meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark: [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu ! remember me. 1 have sworn't. Hor. [ Within^ My lord, my lord, — Mar.
Page 137 - for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I
Page 205 - They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. King. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this: King. Conceit upon her father.
Page 153 - Pol. Not I, my lord ? Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest,. as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Pol. Honest, my lord? Pol. That's very true, my lord.
Page 299 - with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. lago. My noble lord, lago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my Oth. What dost thou say, lago ? lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost
Page 204 - So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen, How now, Ophelia ? Oph. How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff", And his sandal shoon. 4
Page 190 - Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion'sť curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station

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