The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumul 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pagina 21
... gone . Rom . Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing shoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul ...
... gone . Rom . Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing shoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul ...
Pagina 26
... gone ; ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ! [ Mufick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Ah , Sirrah , this unlook'd - for sport comes well . Nay , fit ; nay ...
... gone ; ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ! [ Mufick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Ah , Sirrah , this unlook'd - for sport comes well . Nay , fit ; nay ...
Pagina 29
... gone , the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo ? why , then , I thank you all . I thank you ...
... gone , the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo ? why , then , I thank you all . I thank you ...
Pagina 37
... gone , And yet no further than a wanton's bird , That lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
... gone , And yet no further than a wanton's bird , That lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
Pagina 53
... gone , and hath nothing ? Ben . What , art thou hurt ? [ Exit Tybalt . Mer . Ay , ay , a fcratch , a fcratch ; marry , ' tis enough . Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a furgeon . Rom . Courage , man , the hurt cannot be much ...
... gone , and hath nothing ? Ben . What , art thou hurt ? [ Exit Tybalt . Mer . Ay , ay , a fcratch , a fcratch ; marry , ' tis enough . Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a furgeon . Rom . Courage , man , the hurt cannot be much ...
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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.