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, 2. ciltLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Sayfa 23
... face , [ Pointing at FROTH . ] So she defied him . Pom . Sir , if it please your honour , this is not so . Elb . Prove it before this varlet here , thou honour- able man , prove it . - Pom . Sir , she came in , great with child , and ...
... face , [ Pointing at FROTH . ] So she defied him . Pom . Sir , if it please your honour , this is not so . Elb . Prove it before this varlet here , thou honour- able man , prove it . - Pom . Sir , she came in , great with child , and ...
Sayfa 24
... face : - Good master Froth , look upon his honour ; ' tis for a good purpose ; doth your honour mark his face ? Esca . Ay , sir , very well . Pom . Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Esca . Why , no . Pom . I'll be supposed ...
... face : - Good master Froth , look upon his honour ; ' tis for a good purpose ; doth your honour mark his face ? Esca . Ay , sir , very well . Pom . Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Esca . Why , no . Pom . I'll be supposed ...
Sayfa 61
... face ; and after speak . Mari . Pardon , my lord ; Until my husband bid me . Duke . Mari . No , my lord . I will not show my face , What , are you married ? Duke . Are you a maid ? Mari . No , my lord . Duke . A widow then ? Mari ...
... face ; and after speak . Mari . Pardon , my lord ; Until my husband bid me . Duke . Mari . No , my lord . I will not show my face , What , are you married ? Duke . Are you a maid ? Mari . No , my lord . Duke . A widow then ? Mari ...
Sayfa 62
... face . Mari . My husband bids me ; now I will unmask . [ Unveiling . This is that face , thou cruel Angelo , Which once thou swor'st was worth the looking on : This is the hand , which , with a vow'd contract , Was fast belock'd in ...
... face . Mari . My husband bids me ; now I will unmask . [ Unveiling . This is that face , thou cruel Angelo , Which once thou swor'st was worth the looking on : This is the hand , which , with a vow'd contract , Was fast belock'd in ...
Sayfa 67
... face , and be hang'd an hour ! Will't not off ? [ Pulls off the Friar's habit , and discovers the Duke . Duke . Thou art the first knave that ever made a duke . First , provost , let me bail these gentle three : Sneak not away , sir ...
... face , and be hang'd an hour ! Will't not off ? [ Pulls off the Friar's habit , and discovers the Duke . Duke . Thou art the first knave that ever made a duke . First , provost , let me bail these gentle three : Sneak not away , sir ...
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Sayfa 19 - 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 judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Sayfa 174 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Sayfa 20 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Sayfa 174 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Sayfa 174 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Sayfa 34 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts...
Sayfa 163 - Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; Her. O spite ! too old to be engag'd to young! Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
Sayfa 34 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice...
Sayfa 208 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Sayfa 170 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.