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Pagina 9
... Exeunt Prince and Capulet , & c . SCENE II . La . Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach ; Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And yours , close fighting , ere I did ...
... Exeunt Prince and Capulet , & c . SCENE II . La . Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach ; Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And yours , close fighting , ere I did ...
Pagina 11
... Exeunt . -Was that my father that went hence fo faft ? Ben . It was ... What fadnefs lengthens Romeo's hours ? Rom . Not having that , which , having , makes then fhort . Ben . In love ? 11 . Rom . Out- Or dedicate his beauty to the ...
... Exeunt . -Was that my father that went hence fo faft ? Ben . It was ... What fadnefs lengthens Romeo's hours ? Rom . Not having that , which , having , makes then fhort . Ben . In love ? 11 . Rom . Out- Or dedicate his beauty to the ...
Pagina 14
... [ Exeunt . 7 with Beauty dies her Store . ] Mr. Theobald reads . With her dies beauties fore . and is followed by the two fuc- ceeding editors . I have re- placed the old reading , becaufe I think it at least as plaufible as the ...
... [ Exeunt . 7 with Beauty dies her Store . ] Mr. Theobald reads . With her dies beauties fore . and is followed by the two fuc- ceeding editors . I have re- placed the old reading , becaufe I think it at least as plaufible as the ...
Pagina 16
... Exeunt Capulet and Paris . as much in an assembly of beau- ties , as young men feel in the month of April , is furely to waste found upon a very poor sentiment . I read , Such comfort as do lufty yeomen feel . You shall feel from the ...
... Exeunt Capulet and Paris . as much in an assembly of beau- ties , as young men feel in the month of April , is furely to waste found upon a very poor sentiment . I read , Such comfort as do lufty yeomen feel . You shall feel from the ...
Pagina 19
... Exeunt . La . Cap . NURSE , where's my daughter ? call forth to me . Nurfe . Now ( by my maiden - head , at twelve Years old ) I bade her come ; what , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! God forbid ! -where's this girl ? what , Juliet ? 6 ...
... Exeunt . La . Cap . NURSE , where's my daughter ? call forth to me . Nurfe . Now ( by my maiden - head , at twelve Years old ) I bade her come ; what , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! God forbid ! -where's this girl ? what , Juliet ? 6 ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1793 |
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againſt anfwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet caufe Clown Cyprus death Desdemona doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech Friar Lawrence ftand fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft huſband Iago itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lago Lord Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe obferve old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto Queen racter reafon Romeo SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD There's theſe thing thofe thou art tion Tybalt uſed villain WARB WARBURTON whofe wife William Shakespeare word yourſelf
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Pagina 202 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Pagina 240 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Pagina 255 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pagina 27 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 230 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pagina 165 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pagina 29 - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
Pagina 344 - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Pagina 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Pagina 469 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...