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 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... thee To give me secret harbour , hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth . Peter . May your grace speak of it ? you Duke . My holy sir , none better knows c 2 SCENE II . ] 7 MEASURE FOR MEASURE ...
... thee To give me secret harbour , hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth . Peter . May your grace speak of it ? you Duke . My holy sir , none better knows c 2 SCENE II . ] 7 MEASURE FOR MEASURE ...
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... well that prays for peace . Leo . I never heard any soldier dislike it . Lucio . I believe thee ; for I think thou never wast where grace was said . Enter Mrs. Overdone . Fred . How now ? Which c 3 SCENE III . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... well that prays for peace . Leo . I never heard any soldier dislike it . Lucio . I believe thee ; for I think thou never wast where grace was said . Enter Mrs. Overdone . Fred . How now ? Which c 3 SCENE III . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... thee ? Over . Marry , sir , that's Claudio , signior Claudio . Fred . Claudio to prison ! ' tis not so ? Over . Nay , but I know ' tis so : I saw him ar- rested ; saw him carried away : and , which is more , within these three days his ...
... thee ? Over . Marry , sir , that's Claudio , signior Claudio . Fred . Claudio to prison ! ' tis not so ? Over . Nay , but I know ' tis so : I saw him ar- rested ; saw him carried away : and , which is more , within these three days his ...
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... thee , yea ? Hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash ; Under your good correction , I have seen , 5 Because . When , after execution , judgment hath Repented o'er his 16 [ ACT II . MEASURE FOR ...
... thee , yea ? Hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash ; Under your good correction , I have seen , 5 Because . When , after execution , judgment hath Repented o'er his 16 [ ACT II . MEASURE FOR ...
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... thee . Esca . If he took you a box o ' the ear , you might have your action of slander too . Elb , Marry , I thank your good worship for it : 8 For cannibal . What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this 24 [ ACT IF . MEASURE ...
... thee . Esca . If he took you a box o ' the ear , you might have your action of slander too . Elb , Marry , I thank your good worship for it : 8 For cannibal . What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this 24 [ ACT IF . MEASURE ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.