The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumul 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pagina 8
... Poor John . Draw thy tool , here comes of the houfe of the Montagues . Enter Abram and Balthafar . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . G eg . How turn thy back and run ? Sam . Fear me not . G eg . No , marry : I ...
... Poor John . Draw thy tool , here comes of the houfe of the Montagues . Enter Abram and Balthafar . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . G eg . How turn thy back and run ? Sam . Fear me not . G eg . No , marry : I ...
Pagina 14
... poor , That when the dies , with her dies Beauty's ftore . ( 5 ) ) Ben . Then she hath fworn , that she will still live chaste ? - Róm . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste . For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts ...
... poor , That when the dies , with her dies Beauty's ftore . ( 5 ) ) Ben . Then she hath fworn , that she will still live chaste ? - Róm . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste . For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts ...
Pagina 15
... poor houfe , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars that make dark heaven's light . Such comfort as do lufty young men feel , When well - apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads , even fuch delight . Among fresh ...
... poor houfe , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars that make dark heaven's light . Such comfort as do lufty young men feel , When well - apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads , even fuch delight . Among fresh ...
Pagina 37
... 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 were thy bird . Jul . Sweet , fo would I ; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing . Good ...
... 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 were thy bird . Jul . Sweet , fo would I ; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing . Good ...
Pagina 40
... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! ftabb'd with a white wench's black eye , run through the ear with a love - fong ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's but - fhaft ; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? En . Why ...
... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! ftabb'd with a white wench's black eye , run through the ear with a love - fong ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's but - fhaft ; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? En . Why ...
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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.