The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; 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, 9. kötetLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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4. oldal
... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . 6 And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing - Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , alack ...
... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . 6 And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing - Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , alack ...
7. oldal
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , 6 And sear up my embracements ...
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , 6 And sear up my embracements ...
12. oldal
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept.— But , good Pi- sanio , When shall ...
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept.— But , good Pi- sanio , When shall ...
24. oldal
... look on me : What wreck discern you in me , Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers Το my ...
... look on me : What wreck discern you in me , Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers Το my ...
29. oldal
... stranger ? 1 Lord . One of your Lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? 1 Lord . You cannot derogate , my lord . D 3 SCENE 1. ] 29 CYMBELINE . must take me up for swearing; as if I ...
... stranger ? 1 Lord . One of your Lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? 1 Lord . You cannot derogate , my lord . D 3 SCENE 1. ] 29 CYMBELINE . must take me up for swearing; as if I ...
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Aaron Alack Andronicus art thou ARVIRAGUS Bassianus BELARIUS blood brother Cæsar call'd CHIRON Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death dost doth duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Jupiter Kent king lady Lavinia Lear Leonatus letter look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcus master mistress night noble o'the Pisanio poison'd poor Post POSTHUMUS pray queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sister sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue traitor villain
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273. oldal - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
311. oldal - Lear Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me/ for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: YOU have some cause, they have not. Cordelia No cause, no cause.
223. oldal - Thou, Nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
237. oldal - Lear. — Does any here know me ? — This is not Lear : does Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, or his discernings are lethargied. — Sleeping or waking? — Ha! sure 'tis not so. — Who is it that can tell me who I am ? — Fool.
57. oldal - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
223. oldal - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
243. oldal - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
84. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
216. oldal - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.