The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Romeo and Juliet; Hamlet; OthelloJ. Munroe and Company, 1856 |
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. & THE WORKS OF SHAKESPEAR E : THE TEXT CAREFULLY RESTORED.
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. & THE WORKS OF SHAKESPEAR E : THE TEXT CAREFULLY RESTORED.
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. no means skilfully done , at that ; though even here ... Shakespeare took it in hand , and so far eclipsed all who had touched it before , that their labours were left to ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. no means skilfully done , at that ; though even here ... Shakespeare took it in hand , and so far eclipsed all who had touched it before , that their labours were left to ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. healthy state of society , where all the safety - valves of nature are closed up by an oppressive conventionality , and where the better passions , being clogged down to ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. healthy state of society , where all the safety - valves of nature are closed up by an oppressive conventionality , and where the better passions , being clogged down to ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. Sam . Nay , as they dare . I will bite my thumb at them ; which is a disgrace to them , if they bear it.5 Abr . Do you bite your thumb at us , sir ? Sam . I do bite my thumb ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. Sam . Nay , as they dare . I will bite my thumb at them ; which is a disgrace to them , if they bear it.5 Abr . Do you bite your thumb at us , sir ? Sam . I do bite my thumb ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. If ever you disturb our streets again , Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the rest depart away : You , Capulet , shall go along with me ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. If ever you disturb our streets again , Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the rest depart away : You , Capulet , shall go along with me ...
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Page 375 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 272 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 116 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 70 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 354 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...
Page 283 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 226 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
Page 306 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 279 - Get thee to a nunnery; Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Page 66 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.