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, Volume 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a madness most ...
... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a madness most ...
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... is passing fair , What doth her beauty serve , but as a note Where I may read , who pass'd that passing fair ? Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die 12 L'ACT I. ROMEO AND JULIET .
... is passing fair , What doth her beauty serve , but as a note Where I may read , who pass'd that passing fair ? Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die 12 L'ACT I. ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... doth share the glory , That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ; So shall you share all that he doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if ...
... doth share the glory , That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ; So shall you share all that he doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if ...
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... doth quote ' deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , 2 Tickle the ...
... doth quote ' deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , 2 Tickle the ...
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... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth ...
... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth ...
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art thou BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband Iago Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'y thee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain watch weep What's wife wilt word
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Page 169 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 179 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 273 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 170 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...
Page 167 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers, — quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Page 232 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 161 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 22 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Page 180 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 113 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...