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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Page 93
... praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her ; that were she other than she is , she VOL . II . K were unhandsome ; and being no other but as she SCENE I. ] 93 ABOUT ...
... praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her ; that were she other than she is , she VOL . II . K were unhandsome ; and being no other but as she SCENE I. ] 93 ABOUT ...
Page 110
... praise him ; he is of a noble strain + , of approved valour , and confirmed honesty . I will teach you how to humour your cousin , that she shall fall in love with Bene- dick : -and I , with your two helps , will so practise on Benedick ...
... praise him ; he is of a noble strain + , of approved valour , and confirmed honesty . I will teach you how to humour your cousin , that she shall fall in love with Bene- dick : -and I , with your two helps , will so practise on Benedick ...
Page 120
... praise him more than ever man did merit : My talk to thee must be , how Benedick Is sick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made , That only wounds by hearsay . Now begin ; Discoursing . Enter BEATRICE ...
... praise him more than ever man did merit : My talk to thee must be , how Benedick Is sick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made , That only wounds by hearsay . Now begin ; Discoursing . Enter BEATRICE ...
Page 133
... praise so . Hero . O that exceeds , they say . Marg . By my troth it's but a night - gown in re- spect of yours : Cloth of gold , and cuts , and laced with silver ; set with pearls , down sleeves , side- sleeves , and skirts round ...
... praise so . Hero . O that exceeds , they say . Marg . By my troth it's but a night - gown in re- spect of yours : Cloth of gold , and cuts , and laced with silver ; set with pearls , down sleeves , side- sleeves , and skirts round ...
Page 159
... praise of my beauty ? Bene . In so high a style , Margaret , that no man living shall come over it ; for , in most comely truth , thou deservest it . Marg . Well , I will call Beatrice to you . Bene . [ Singing . ] The god of love ...
... praise of my beauty ? Bene . In so high a style , Margaret , that no man living shall come over it ; for , in most comely truth , thou deservest it . Marg . Well , I will call Beatrice to you . Bene . [ Singing . ] The god of love ...
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Page 24 - And he, that suffers : O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Lucio. That's well said. Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting
Page 225 - Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatick, the lover, and the poet, Are of
Page 178 - Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind ; Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. As waggish boys in game
Page 8 - observer, doth thy history Fully unfold: — Thyself, and thy belongings, Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues; they on thee: Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves:—For if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them
Page 19 - Provost, Officers, and other Attendants. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror. Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death
Page 182 - 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 dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob
Page 288 - too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. [Takes out his table-book. Hoi. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise
Page 184 - river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents : 3 The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'da beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock ; The nine men's morris
Page 190 - lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby. ii. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here ; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners hence : Beetles black, approach not near ; Worm, nor snail, do no offence. CHORUS. Philomel, with melody,
Page 289 - They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps, [ To COSTARD aside. Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words ! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.