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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... gentle , -I beseech you , If you know aught which does behove my know- ledge Thereof to be inform'd , imprison it not In ignorant concealment . Cam . I may not answer . Pol . A sickness caught of me , and yet I well ! I must be answer'd ...
... gentle , -I beseech you , If you know aught which does behove my know- ledge Thereof to be inform'd , imprison it not In ignorant concealment . Cam . I may not answer . Pol . A sickness caught of me , and yet I well ! I must be answer'd ...
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... Gentle , my lord , You scarce can right me throughly then , to say You did mistake . Leon . No , no ; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon , The center is not big enough to bear A school - boy's top . Away with her to ...
... Gentle , my lord , You scarce can right me throughly then , to say You did mistake . Leon . No , no ; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon , The center is not big enough to bear A school - boy's top . Away with her to ...
28 psl.
... gentle visitors ! Is it lawful , Pray you , to see her women ? any of them ? Emilia ? Keep . So please you , madam , to put Apart these your attendants , I shall bring Emilia forth . Paul . Withdraw yourselves . Keep . I pray now , call ...
... gentle visitors ! Is it lawful , Pray you , to see her women ? any of them ? Emilia ? Keep . So please you , madam , to put Apart these your attendants , I shall bring Emilia forth . Paul . Withdraw yourselves . Keep . I pray now , call ...
52 psl.
... Gentle spectators , that I now may be In fair Bohemia ; and remember well , I mentioned a son o'the king's , which Florizel I now name to you ; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita , now grown in grace Equal with wond'ring : What ...
... Gentle spectators , that I now may be In fair Bohemia ; and remember well , I mentioned a son o'the king's , which Florizel I now name to you ; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita , now grown in grace Equal with wond'ring : What ...
59 psl.
... gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these , with any thing That you behold the while . coming : Your guests are Lift up your countenance : as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial , which We two have sworn shall come . Per . O ...
... gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these , with any thing That you behold the while . coming : Your guests are Lift up your countenance : as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial , which We two have sworn shall come . Per . O ...
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Antigonus ANTIPHOLUS art thou Arth Arthur Attendants AUTOLYCUS Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cawdor chain CLEOMENES Const dead death deed didst Doct doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France Gent gentle give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hence Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the JAMES GURNEY King JOHN Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes liege look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff master mistress never noble o'er o'the Pand PANDULPH Paul Paulina peace poison'd Polixenes pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE shame Shep Sicilia sister SIWARD sleep soul speak sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
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180 psl. - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
296 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
182 psl. - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
187 psl. - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight .' or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
174 psl. - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
210 psl. - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation" in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! LADY M.
174 psl. - Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
335 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
179 psl. - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
242 psl. - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...