The Family Shakspeare ... 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 ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825 |
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... hope I may venture to assure the parents and guardians of youth , that they may read the FAMILY SHAK- SPEARE aloud in the mixed society of young per- sons of both sexes , sans peur et sans reproche . My next object was to observe ...
... hope I may venture to assure the parents and guardians of youth , that they may read the FAMILY SHAK- SPEARE aloud in the mixed society of young per- sons of both sexes , sans peur et sans reproche . My next object was to observe ...
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... hope I have succeeded ; and I should not be sorry if the merit of this whole work were to be decided by a comparison of this very extraordinary play , in the original , and in the FAMILY SHAKSPEARE . Of Falstaff and Othello , I shall ...
... hope I have succeeded ; and I should not be sorry if the merit of this whole work were to be decided by a comparison of this very extraordinary play , in the original , and in the FAMILY SHAKSPEARE . Of Falstaff and Othello , I shall ...
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... hope , What great hope have you ; no hope , that way , is Another way so high an hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant ...
... hope , What great hope have you ; no hope , that way , is Another way so high an hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant ...
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... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn ...
... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn ...
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... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN . Do ...
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN . Do ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANTONIO ARIEL Caius Caliban Cesario daughter dost doth Duke duke of Milan Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS husband Illyria Julia knave knight lady Laun letter look lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster musick never Olivia peace Pist pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakspeare Shal SHALLOW Silvia Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-cheek Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff sir Proteus sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine wife Windsor woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 235 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 312 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 17 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite 263 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 263 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 67 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Seite 100 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Seite 265 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 62 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...