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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... tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew , Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all - cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light ...
... tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew , Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all - cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light ...
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... tears : What is it else ? a madness most discreet , A choking gall , and a preserving sweet . Farewell , my coz . [ Going . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; And if you leave me so , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am ...
... tears : What is it else ? a madness most discreet , A choking gall , and a preserving sweet . Farewell , my coz . [ Going . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; And if you leave me so , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am ...
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... tears to fires ! And these , who , often drown'd , could never die , — Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! you saw ...
... tears to fires ! And these , who , often drown'd , could never die , — Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! you saw ...
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... tear the word . Jul . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know the sound ; Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How camest thou ...
... tear the word . Jul . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know the sound ; Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How camest thou ...
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... tear the cave where echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name . Rom . It is my soul , that calls upon my name : How silver - sweet sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest musick ...
... tear the cave where echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name . Rom . It is my soul , that calls upon my name : How silver - sweet sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest musick ...
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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