The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volumul 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pagina 5
... peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part thefe men with me . [ word , Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ; I hate the As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee ; Have at thee , coward . Enter three or four Citizens , with ...
... peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part thefe men with me . [ word , Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ; I hate the As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee ; Have at thee , coward . Enter three or four Citizens , with ...
Pagina 6
... peace , to part your cankred hate If ever you disturb our streets again , Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the reft depart away : You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this ...
... peace , to part your cankred hate If ever you disturb our streets again , Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the reft depart away : You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this ...
Pagina 11
... peace . Par . Of honourable reckoning are you both ; And pity ' tis you liv'd at odds fo long . But now , my lord , what fay you to my fuit ? Cap . But faying o'er what I have faid before : My child is yet a stranger in the world , She ...
... peace . Par . Of honourable reckoning are you both ; And pity ' tis you liv'd at odds fo long . But now , my lord , what fay you to my fuit ? Cap . But faying o'er what I have faid before : My child is yet a stranger in the world , She ...
Pagina 16
... peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , To think it fhould leave crying , and fay - Ay : And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's ftone ; A par❜lous knock and it cried bitterly ...
... peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , To think it fhould leave crying , and fay - Ay : And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's ftone ; A par❜lous knock and it cried bitterly ...
Pagina 21
... Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace ; Thou talk'ft of nothing . Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; Which is as thin of fubftance as the air ; And more inconftant ...
... Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace ; Thou talk'ft of nothing . Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; Which is as thin of fubftance as the air ; And more inconftant ...
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The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1798 |
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Pagina 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Pagina 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pagina 67 - 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...
Pagina 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Pagina 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Pagina 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pagina 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pagina 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...