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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... gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him say so , and he shall ...
... gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him say so , and he shall ...
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... Gone already . [ Exeunt POLIXENES , HERMIONE , and Attendants . Go , play , boy , play ; - thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but so disgrac'd a part , whose issue Will hiss me to my grave ; contempt and clamour - Go , play , boy ...
... Gone already . [ Exeunt POLIXENES , HERMIONE , and Attendants . Go , play , boy , play ; - thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but so disgrac'd a part , whose issue Will hiss me to my grave ; contempt and clamour - Go , play , boy ...
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... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my rest Might come to me again . 1 Atten . Leon . How does the boy ? 1 Atten . Who's there ? My lord ? [ Advancing . He took good rest to - night : ' Tis hop'd , his sickness is discharg'd . Leon ...
... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my rest Might come to me again . 1 Atten . Leon . How does the boy ? 1 Atten . Who's there ? My lord ? [ Advancing . He took good rest to - night : ' Tis hop'd , his sickness is discharg'd . Leon ...
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... gone . Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis yours : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What need these hands ? - You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so : Farewell ; we are gone ...
... gone . Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis yours : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What need these hands ? - You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so : Farewell ; we are gone ...
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... gone , But know not how it went : My second joy , And first - fruits of my body , from his presence , I am barr'd , like one infectious : My third comfort , Starr'd most unluckily , is from my breast , The innocent milk in its most ...
... gone , But know not how it went : My second joy , And first - fruits of my body , from his presence , I am barr'd , like one infectious : My third comfort , Starr'd most unluckily , is from my breast , The innocent milk in its most ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 180 - 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.
Página 296 - 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.
Página 182 - 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.
Página 187 - 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.
Página 174 - 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...
Página 210 - 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.
Página 174 - 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.
Página 335 - 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.
Página 179 - 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...
Página 242 - 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...