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, Volume 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Pagina 6
... comes two of the house of Montagues . Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Gre . How ? turn thy back , and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Gre . No , marry : I fear thee ! Sam . Let us take ...
... comes two of the house of Montagues . Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Gre . How ? turn thy back , and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Gre . No , marry : I fear thee ! Sam . Let us take ...
Pagina 10
... comes : So please you , step aside ; I'll know his grievance , or be much denied . Mon. I would , thou wert so happy by thy stay , To hear true shrift , Come , madam , let ' s away . [ Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . - Ben . Good morrow ...
... comes : So please you , step aside ; I'll know his grievance , or be much denied . Mon. I would , thou wert so happy by thy stay , To hear true shrift , Come , madam , let ' s away . [ Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . - Ben . Good morrow ...
Pagina 15
... come ? Serv . Up . Rom . Whither ? Serv . To supper ; to our house . Rom . Whose house ? Serv . My master's . Rom . Indeed , I should have asked you that be- fore . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich ...
... come ? Serv . Up . Rom . Whither ? Serv . To supper ; to our house . Rom . Whose house ? Serv . My master's . Rom . Indeed , I should have asked you that be- fore . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich ...
Pagina 17
... come back I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our coun- sel . Thou know'st , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . Yes , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , And ...
... come back I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our coun- sel . Thou know'st , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . Yes , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , And ...
Pagina 22
... comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies 3 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of long spinners ' legs The cover , of the ...
... comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies 3 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of long spinners ' legs The cover , of the ...
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The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1825 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
art thou BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband Iago Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'y thee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain watch weep What's wife wilt word
Populaire passages
Pagina 169 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pagina 179 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pagina 273 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pagina 170 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...
Pagina 167 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers, — quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Pagina 232 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pagina 161 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pagina 22 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Pagina 180 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pagina 113 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...