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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... Look on me with your welkin 4 say yet were it true -Come , sir page , - eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? —may't be ? - Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : Thou dost make possible , things not so ...
... Look on me with your welkin 4 say yet were it true -Come , sir page , - eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? —may't be ? - Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : Thou dost make possible , things not so ...
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... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo , As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In ...
... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo , As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In ...
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... Look on her , mark her well ; be but about To say , she is a goodly lady , and The justice of your hearts will thereto add , Tis pity she's not honest , honourable : Praise her but for this her without - door form , ( Which , on my ...
... Look on her , mark her well ; be but about To say , she is a goodly lady , and The justice of your hearts will thereto add , Tis pity she's not honest , honourable : Praise her but for this her without - door form , ( Which , on my ...
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... guilty , 9 But that he speaks . ' Her . There's some ill planet reigns : 7 Brand as infamous . Remotely guilty . 8 Confederate . In merely speaking I must be patient , till the heavens look With 24 [ ACT II . WINTER'S TALE .
... guilty , 9 But that he speaks . ' Her . There's some ill planet reigns : 7 Brand as infamous . Remotely guilty . 8 Confederate . In merely speaking I must be patient , till the heavens look With 24 [ ACT II . WINTER'S TALE .
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... look With an aspéct more favourable . Good my lords , I am not prone to weeping , as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew , Perchance , shall dry your pities : but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here , which burns ...
... look With an aspéct more favourable . Good my lords , I am not prone to weeping , as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew , Perchance , shall dry your pities : but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here , which burns ...
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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...