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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... honours , on my brother : Whereon , A treacherous army levied , one midnight Fated to the purpose , did Antonio open The gates of Milan ; and i ' the dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying ...
... honours , on my brother : Whereon , A treacherous army levied , one midnight Fated to the purpose , did Antonio open The gates of Milan ; and i ' the dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying ...
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... honour'd with A human shape . Ariel . Yes ; Caliban her son . Prospero . Dull thing , I say so ; he , that Caliban , Whom now I keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and ...
... honour'd with A human shape . Ariel . Yes ; Caliban her son . Prospero . Dull thing , I say so ; he , that Caliban , Whom now I keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and ...
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... honour of my child . Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take , Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not ,. 5 Fairies ...
... honour of my child . Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take , Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not ,. 5 Fairies ...
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... honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cry'd : as mine eyes open'd , I saw their weapons drawn : —there was a noise , That's verity : ' Best stand upon our guard ...
... honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cry'd : as mine eyes open'd , I saw their weapons drawn : —there was a noise , That's verity : ' Best stand upon our guard ...
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... honour you . Miranda . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Prospero . Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Ferdinand . Wherefore weep you ? Miranda . At mine ...
... honour you . Miranda . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Prospero . Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Ferdinand . Wherefore weep you ? Miranda . At mine ...
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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
Angelo Anne Antonio Ariel Author bear Beatrice Benedick bring brother Caius Claudio cloth Clown comes daughter death Demetrius desire Don Pedro doth Duke Edition Enter Evans Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fear follow fool Ford friar gentle give grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hermia Hero History hold honour Host hour I'll Isabella John Julia keep kind lady leave Leonato letter live look lord Lucio Lysander madam Malvolio Maria marry master mean meet mind mistress nature never night Olivia Page play poor pray present Prospero Proteus Provost Quickly SCENE Sebastian servant Shallow Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Toby Slender soul speak Speed spirit stand Stephano strange sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou thou art thought true Valentine Viola vols woman
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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.