The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumul 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pagina 183
... Soul of Nero enter this firm bosom ; Let me be cruel , not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to her , but ufe none . ( 44 ) Methinks , it is like an ouzle . Pol . It is black like an ouzle . ] The old quarto and folio give us this ...
... Soul of Nero enter this firm bosom ; Let me be cruel , not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to her , but ufe none . ( 44 ) Methinks , it is like an ouzle . Pol . It is black like an ouzle . ] The old quarto and folio give us this ...
Pagina 184
... soul confent ! [ Exit . Enter King , Rofincrantz , and Guildenftern . King . I like him not , nor ftands it safe with us To let his madnefs range . Therefore , prepare you △ your Commiffion will forthwith dispatch , I And he to England ...
... soul confent ! [ Exit . Enter King , Rofincrantz , and Guildenftern . King . I like him not , nor ftands it safe with us To let his madnefs range . Therefore , prepare you △ your Commiffion will forthwith dispatch , I And he to England ...
Pagina 214
... soul , That , as the ftar moves not but in his sphere , I could not but by her . The other motive , Why to a publick count I might not go , Is the great love the general gender bear him ; Who , dipping all his faults in their affection ...
... soul , That , as the ftar moves not but in his sphere , I could not but by her . The other motive , Why to a publick count I might not go , Is the great love the general gender bear him ; Who , dipping all his faults in their affection ...
Pagina 254
... soul , And fuch a one do I profess myself . It is as fure as you are Rodorigo , Were I the Moor , I would not be logo : In following him , I follow but myself , Heav'n is my judge , not I , for love and duty , But , feeming fo , for my ...
... soul , And fuch a one do I profess myself . It is as fure as you are Rodorigo , Were I the Moor , I would not be logo : In following him , I follow but myself , Heav'n is my judge , not I , for love and duty , But , feeming fo , for my ...
Pagina 308
... soul , What you would ask me , that I would deny , Or ftand fo mutt'ring on ? what ? Michael Caffio ! That came a wooing with you , and many a time , When I fpoke of you difpraifingly , Hath ta'en your part , to have fo much to do To ...
... soul , What you would ask me , that I would deny , Or ftand fo mutt'ring on ? what ? Michael Caffio ! That came a wooing with you , and many a time , When I fpoke of you difpraifingly , Hath ta'en your part , to have fo much to do To ...
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Pagina 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pagina 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 123 - 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 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pagina 185 - 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?
Pagina 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pagina 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Pagina 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pagina 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Pagina 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.