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, Volum 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Pàgina 27
... sweet uncleanness , As she that he hath stain'd ? Isa . Sir , believe this , I had rather give my body than my soul . Ang . I talk not of your soul ; our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt . Isa . -- How say you ? Ang ...
... sweet uncleanness , As she that he hath stain'd ? Isa . Sir , believe this , I had rather give my body than my soul . Ang . I talk not of your soul ; our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt . Isa . -- How say you ? Ang ...
Pàgina 35
... Sweet sister , let me live you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . : Isa . O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ! Is't not a kind of incest , to take life From thine ...
... Sweet sister , let me live you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . : Isa . O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ! Is't not a kind of incest , to take life From thine ...
Pàgina 38
... have all the world drink brown and white bastard.3 . Enter the DUKE , as a Friar . ' Bless you , good father friar ! 2 Over - reached . 3 A sweet wine . Duke . And you , good brother father ! -What 38 [ ACT III . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... have all the world drink brown and white bastard.3 . Enter the DUKE , as a Friar . ' Bless you , good father friar ! 2 Over - reached . 3 A sweet wine . Duke . And you , good brother father ! -What 38 [ ACT III . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
Pàgina 69
... Sweet Isabel , take my part : Lend me your knees , and , all my life to come , I'll lend you all my life to do you service . Duke . Against all sense you do impórtune her : Should she kneel down , in mercy of this fact , Her brother's ...
... Sweet Isabel , take my part : Lend me your knees , and , all my life to come , I'll lend you all my life to do you service . Duke . Against all sense you do impórtune her : Should she kneel down , in mercy of this fact , Her brother's ...
Pàgina 73
... sweet saint , — if for a brother saved , From that most holy shrine thou wert devoted to , Thou deign to spare some portion of thy love Thy Duke , thy Friar , tempts thee from thy vow : In its right orb let thy true spirit shine ...
... sweet saint , — if for a brother saved , From that most holy shrine thou wert devoted to , Thou deign to spare some portion of thy love Thy Duke , thy Friar , tempts thee from thy vow : In its right orb let thy true spirit shine ...
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The Family Shakspeare: In which Nothing is Added to the Original ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1853 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.