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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Page 109
... Horatio and Marcellus , that they will not , if he " Perchance hereafter shall think meet , To put an antick disposition on , " allow any expression to escape them , which would convey an idea of what might have occasioned the ...
... Horatio and Marcellus , that they will not , if he " Perchance hereafter shall think meet , To put an antick disposition on , " allow any expression to escape them , which would convey an idea of what might have occasioned the ...
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... HORATIO , friend to Hamlet . LAERTES , Son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , courtiers . ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , a courtier . Another Courtier . A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , } officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier ...
... HORATIO , friend to Hamlet . LAERTES , Son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , courtiers . ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , a courtier . Another Courtier . A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , } officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier ...
Page 113
... this relief , much thanks ; ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Ber . Well , good night . VOL . X. M Not a mouse stirring . If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus , The rivals HAMLET, ...
... this relief , much thanks ; ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Ber . Well , good night . VOL . X. M Not a mouse stirring . If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus , The rivals HAMLET, ...
Page 114
... Horatio there ? A piece of him . Hor . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Mar- cellus . Hor . What , has this thing appear'd again to- night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio says , ' tis but our fantasy , And will not ...
... Horatio there ? A piece of him . Hor . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Mar- cellus . Hor . What , has this thing appear'd again to- night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio says , ' tis but our fantasy , And will not ...
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... Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear , and wonder . -- Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of ...
... Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear , and wonder . -- Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman Ghost give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'ythee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing THOMAS BOWDLER thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain What's wife wilt word
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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's» curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station