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 9Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Side 6
... mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint . For you , Posthúmus , So soon as I can win the offended king , I will be known your advocate : marry , yet ...
... mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint . For you , Posthúmus , So soon as I can win the offended king , I will be known your advocate : marry , yet ...
Side 7
... 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 from a next With bonds of death ...
... 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 from a next With bonds of death ...
Side 29
... mother : every jack - slave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match . 1 Lord . It is not fit your lordship should under- take every companion that you give offence to . Clo . No , I ...
... mother : every jack - slave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match . 1 Lord . It is not fit your lordship should under- take every companion that you give offence to . Clo . No , I ...
Side 30
... mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ...
... mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ...
Side 33
... early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good morrow to your majesty , and to my gracious mother . 9 Cups . ' Will pay you more for it . Cym . Attend you here the door of our stern SCENE III . ] 33 CYMBELINE .
... early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good morrow to your majesty , and to my gracious mother . 9 Cups . ' Will pay you more for it . Cym . Attend you here the door of our stern SCENE III . ] 33 CYMBELINE .
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The Family Shakspeare, in Ten Volumes: In which Nothing is Added to ..., Volum 9 William Shakespeare,Thomas Bowdler Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1820 |
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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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Side 273 - 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.
Side 311 - 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.
Side 223 - 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...
Side 237 - 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.
Side 57 - 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.
Side 223 - 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?
Side 243 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Side 84 - 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.
Side 216 - 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.