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 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Page 84
... PHEBE , a Shepherdess . AUDREY , a country girl . Lords belonging to the two Dukes ; Pages , Foresters , and other Attendants . The SCENE lies , first , near Oliver's House : after- wards , partly in the Usurper's Court , and partly in ...
... PHEBE , a Shepherdess . AUDREY , a country girl . Lords belonging to the two Dukes ; Pages , Foresters , and other Attendants . The SCENE lies , first , near Oliver's House : after- wards , partly in the Usurper's Court , and partly in ...
Page 110
... Phebe , Phebe , Phebe ! [ Exit SILVIUS . Ros . Alas , poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound , I have by hard adventure found mine own . Touch . And I mine : We , that are true lovers , run into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in ...
... Phebe , Phebe , Phebe ! [ Exit SILVIUS . Ros . Alas , poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound , I have by hard adventure found mine own . Touch . And I mine : We , that are true lovers , run into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in ...
Page 138
... Phebe , do not scorn me ; do not , Phebe : Say , that you love me not ; but say not so In bitterness : The common executioner , Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first ...
... Phebe , do not scorn me ; do not , Phebe : Say , that you love me not ; but say not so In bitterness : The common executioner , Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first ...
Page 139
... Phebe , If ever , ( as that ever may be near , ) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy ' , Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phe . But , till that time , Come not thou near me ; and , wher ...
... Phebe , If ever , ( as that ever may be near , ) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy ' , Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phe . But , till that time , Come not thou near me ; and , wher ...
Page 140
... Phebe , Phe . Ha ! what say'st thou , Silvius ? Sil . Sweet Phebe , pity me . Phe . Why , I am sorry for thee , gentle Silvius . Sil . Wherever sorrow is , relief would be ; If you do sorrow at my grief in love , By giving love ...
... Phebe , Phe . Ha ! what say'st thou , Silvius ? Sil . Sweet Phebe , pity me . Phe . Why , I am sorry for thee , gentle Silvius . Sil . Wherever sorrow is , relief would be ; If you do sorrow at my grief in love , By giving love ...
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fool Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady LAFEU Laun Launcelot look lord Lorenzo lov'd Lucentio madam maid marry master mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua PAROLLES Petruchio Phebe Pisa Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shylock Signior Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice Vincentio What's wife withal word young youth
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Page 75 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 119 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon...
Page 116 - twill be eleven/ And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 6 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 40 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 353 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Page 88 - Cha. They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page 236 - Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our •virtues.— Enter a Servant.
Page 72 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 146 - Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Orlando ; men are April when they woo, December when they wed : maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.