The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler, Parte 64,Volume 1 |
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... authors , I will baffle Sir Toby , I will wash off gross acquaintance , I will be point - de - vice , the very man . I do not now fool myself , to let imagination jade me ; for every reason excites to this , that my lady loves me . She ...
... authors , I will baffle Sir Toby , I will wash off gross acquaintance , I will be point - de - vice , the very man . I do not now fool myself , to let imagination jade me ; for every reason excites to this , that my lady loves me . She ...
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... authors of it , Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause . Fabian . Good madam , hear me speak ; And let no quarrel , nor no brawl to come , Taint the condition of this present hour , Which I have wonder'd at ...
... authors of it , Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause . Fabian . Good madam , hear me speak ; And let no quarrel , nor no brawl to come , Taint the condition of this present hour , Which I have wonder'd at ...
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... author of all , who is fled and gone : will you come presently ? Beatrice . Will you go hear this news , signior ? Benedick . I will live in thy heart , be buried in thy eyes , and will go with thee to thy uncle's . [ Exeunt . SCENE III ...
... author of all , who is fled and gone : will you come presently ? Beatrice . Will you go hear this news , signior ? Benedick . I will live in thy heart , be buried in thy eyes , and will go with thee to thy uncle's . [ Exeunt . SCENE III ...
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... Author of " Essays on the Pursuit of Truth , " etc. 8vo . 88. 6d . cloth . BAILEY . - THE THEORY OF REASONING . By Samuel Bailey , Author of " Essays on the Pursuit of Truth , " etc. Second Edition . 8vo . 78. 6d . cloth . JOANNA ...
... Author of " Essays on the Pursuit of Truth , " etc. 8vo . 88. 6d . cloth . BAILEY . - THE THEORY OF REASONING . By Samuel Bailey , Author of " Essays on the Pursuit of Truth , " etc. Second Edition . 8vo . 78. 6d . cloth . JOANNA ...
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... Author of " The History of the Cotton Manufacture . " With a Portrait , engraved in line by Greatbach . 8vo . 9s . cloth . BALFOUR . - SKETCHES OF ENGLISH LITERATURE , from the Fourteenth to the Present Century . By Clara Lucas Balfour ...
... Author of " The History of the Cotton Manufacture . " With a Portrait , engraved in line by Greatbach . 8vo . 9s . cloth . BALFOUR . - SKETCHES OF ENGLISH LITERATURE , from the Fourteenth to the Present Century . By Clara Lucas Balfour ...
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The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1843 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Abhorson Alonso Angelo Anne Antonio Ariel Beatrice Benedick Borachio brother Caius Caliban Claudio cloth Clown daughter Demetrius Dogberry Don John Don Pedro dost doth Duke Edition Enter Escalus Evans Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian fair fairy Falstaff father Fcap Fenton Ferdinand fool Foolscap 8vo friar gentle gentleman give Gonzalo grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Host Illyria Isabella Julia lady Launce Leonato letter look lord Lucetta Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Maria Mariana marry master Brook master doctor Miranda musick never night Oberon Olivia Philostrate pray Prospero Proteus Provost Puck Pyramus Quickly Quince Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shallow signior Silvia Sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John Sir Toby Slender soul speak Speed Stephano sweet tell thee there's Theseus thing Thisbe thou art thou hast Thurio Titania Trinculo Valentine Viola vols word
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Página 217 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 58 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be...
Página 242 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 16 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 68 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 44 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 304 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 308 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 294 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Página 493 - More strange than true; I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.