Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... ; or What you Will 114 XVI . Timon of Athens XVII . Romeo and Juliet XVIII . Hamlet , Prince of Denmark · 143 171 208 XIX . Othello · 242 XX . Pericles , Prince of Tyre • 271 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE . TALE XI . ALL'S WELL THAT.
... ; or What you Will 114 XVI . Timon of Athens XVII . Romeo and Juliet XVIII . Hamlet , Prince of Denmark · 143 171 208 XIX . Othello · 242 XX . Pericles , Prince of Tyre • 271 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE . TALE XI . ALL'S WELL THAT.
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... Juliet . ' Juliet and Isabel were not related , but they called each other cousin in remembrance of their school - days ' friendship ; and as Isabel knew that Juliet loved Claudio , she feared she had been led by her affection for him ...
... Juliet . ' Juliet and Isabel were not related , but they called each other cousin in remembrance of their school - days ' friendship ; and as Isabel knew that Juliet loved Claudio , she feared she had been led by her affection for him ...
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... Juliet had done with Claudio , he would give her her brother's life : ' for ' said he , ' I love you Isabel . ' My brother , ' said Isabel , ' did so love Juliet , and yet you tell me he shall die for it . ' ' But , ' said Angelo ...
... Juliet had done with Claudio , he would give her her brother's life : ' for ' said he , ' I love you Isabel . ' My brother , ' said Isabel , ' did so love Juliet , and yet you tell me he shall die for it . ' ' But , ' said Angelo ...
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... Juliet and brought both these guilty lovers to a pro- per sense of their fault ; and unhappy Juliet with 96 Measure for Measure .
... Juliet and brought both these guilty lovers to a pro- per sense of their fault ; and unhappy Juliet with 96 Measure for Measure .
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... Juliet with tears and a true remorse confessed , that she was more to blame than Claudio , in that she willingly consented to his dis- honourable solicitations . As Isabel entered the room where Claudio was confined , she said , ' Peace ...
... Juliet with tears and a true remorse confessed , that she was more to blame than Claudio , in that she willingly consented to his dis- honourable solicitations . As Isabel entered the room where Claudio was confined , she said , ' Peace ...
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Page 96 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Page 127 - ... 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.
Page 84 - 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.
Page 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Page 127 - 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...
Page 119 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 127 - 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.
Page 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Page 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.