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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... stand to it : therefore , if thou art mov'd , thou runn'st away . - - 1 Sam . A dog of that house shall move me to stand : I will take the wall of any man of Mon- tague's . Gre . That shows thee a weak slave ; for the weakest goes to ...
... stand to it : therefore , if thou art mov'd , thou runn'st away . - - 1 Sam . A dog of that house shall move me to stand : I will take the wall of any man of Mon- tague's . Gre . That shows thee a weak slave ; for the weakest goes to ...
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... stand in number , though in reckoning none . Come , go with me : -Go , sirrah , trudge about Through fair Verona ; find those persons out , Whose names are written there , [ gives a Paper . ] and to them say , My house and welcome on ...
... stand in number , though in reckoning none . Come , go with me : -Go , sirrah , trudge about Through fair Verona ; find those persons out , Whose names are written there , [ gives a Paper . ] and to them say , My house and welcome on ...
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... stand alone ; nay , by the rood , 3 She could have run and waddled all about , For even the day before , she broke ... stands your disposition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ! were not I ...
... stand alone ; nay , by the rood , 3 She could have run and waddled all about , For even the day before , she broke ... stands your disposition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ! were not I ...
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... stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch me my rapier , boy ...
... stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch me my rapier , boy ...
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... stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . Jul . Good pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much , Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims ' hands do touch , And palm to palm is holy palmers ...
... stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . Jul . Good pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much , Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims ' hands do touch , And palm to palm is holy palmers ...
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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