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, Հատոր 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... answer him . Exit FRANCISCA . Isa . Who is't that calls ? [ Opens the door . Enter LUCIO . Lucio . Hail , virgin , if you be ; as those cheek - roses Proclaim you are no less ! Can you so stead me , As bring me to the sight of Isabella ...
... answer him . Exit FRANCISCA . Isa . Who is't that calls ? [ Opens the door . Enter LUCIO . Lucio . Hail , virgin , if you be ; as those cheek - roses Proclaim you are no less ! Can you so stead me , As bring me to the sight of Isabella ...
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... answer'd for his deed . Isa . Yet show some pity . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice ; For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong ...
... answer'd for his deed . Isa . Yet show some pity . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice ; For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong ...
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... Answer to this ; I , now the voice of the recorded law , Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin , To save this brother's life ? Isa . Please you to do't , I'll take it SCENE III . ] MEASURE FOR ...
... Answer to this ; I , now the voice of the recorded law , Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin , To save this brother's life ? Isa . Please you to do't , I'll take it SCENE III . ] MEASURE FOR ...
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... answer . Ang . Nay , but hear me : Your sense pursues not mine : either you are igno- rant , Or seem so , craftily ; and that's not good . Isa . Let me be ignorant , and in nothing good , But graciously to know I am no better . Ang ...
... answer . Ang . Nay , but hear me : Your sense pursues not mine : either you are igno- rant , Or seem so , craftily ; and that's not good . Isa . Let me be ignorant , and in nothing good , But graciously to know I am no better . Ang ...
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... Answer me to - morrow , Or , by the affection that now guides me most , I'll prove a tyrant to him . [ Exit ANGELO . Isa . To whom should I complain ? Did I tell this , Who would believe me ? O perilous mouths , That bear in them one ...
... Answer me to - morrow , Or , by the affection that now guides me most , I'll prove a tyrant to him . [ Exit ANGELO . Isa . To whom should I complain ? Did I tell this , Who would believe me ? O perilous mouths , That bear in them one ...
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The Family Shakspeare: In which Nothing is Added to the Original ..., Հատոր 2 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1853 |
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.