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, Bind 9Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Side 25
... hand , whose touch , Whose every touch , would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty ; this object , which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye , Fixing it only here : should I then join With hands made hard with hourly ...
... hand , whose touch , Whose every touch , would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty ; this object , which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye , Fixing it only here : should I then join With hands made hard with hourly ...
Side 35
... hands ? ' Tis gold Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea , and makes Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand of the stealer ; and ... hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . ] 35 CYMBELINE ,
... hands ? ' Tis gold Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea , and makes Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand of the stealer ; and ... hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . ] 35 CYMBELINE ,
Side 46
... hand . Why tribute ? why should we pay tribute ? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket , or put the moon in his pocket , we will pay him tribute for light ; else , sir , no more tribute , pray you now . Cym . You must know ...
... hand . Why tribute ? why should we pay tribute ? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket , or put the moon in his pocket , we will pay him tribute for light ; else , sir , no more tribute , pray you now . Cym . You must know ...
Side 54
... hand : - Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first , as I have now : Pisanio ! Man ! Where is Posthúmus ? What is in thy mind , That makes thee stare thus ? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee ? One , but painted thus ...
... hand : - Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first , as I have now : Pisanio ! Man ! Where is Posthúmus ? What is in thy mind , That makes thee stare thus ? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee ? One , but painted thus ...
Side 55
... hand , - Detested Italy hath out - craftied him , And he's at some hard point . tongue ― Speak , man ; thy May take ... hands take away her life : I shall give thee opportunities at Milford- Haven : she hath my letter for the purpose ...
... hand , - Detested Italy hath out - craftied him , And he's at some hard point . tongue ― Speak , man ; thy May take ... hands take away her life : I shall give thee opportunities at Milford- Haven : she hath my letter for the purpose ...
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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.