The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Pagina 6
... give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch : why call you a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . Enter old Montague , and Lady Montague . for Mon. Thou ...
... give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch : why call you a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . Enter old Montague , and Lady Montague . for Mon. Thou ...
Pagina 13
... give leave a while , we must talk in fecret : nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel : thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap ...
... give leave a while , we must talk in fecret : nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel : thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap ...
Pagina 16
... 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 I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ...
... 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 I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ...
Pagina 28
... give again . Rom . Would't thou withdraw it ? for what purpose love ? Jul . But to be frank , and give it thee again . And yet I with but for the thing I have , My bounty is as boundless as the fea , My love as deep ; the more I give to ...
... give again . Rom . Would't thou withdraw it ? for what purpose love ? Jul . But to be frank , and give it thee again . And yet I with but for the thing I have , My bounty is as boundless as the fea , My love as deep ; the more I give to ...
Pagina 30
... give : Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true birth , stumbling on abuse . Virtue itfelf turns vice , being milapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignified . Within the infant rind of this fmall ...
... give : Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true birth , stumbling on abuse . Virtue itfelf turns vice , being milapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignified . Within the infant rind of this fmall ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
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againſt art thou Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet Clown Cyprus dead death defcribed Defdemona doft doth Duke elfe Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame Farewel father fear feem feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fleep foliloquy fome forrow Fortinbras foul fpeak fpeech fpirit Friar Friar Lawrence ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword Gentlemen give Hamlet hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honeft Horatio huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King Lady Laer Laertes lago Lord Madam marry Mercutio moft moſt muft murther muſt myſelf night Nurfe nurſe Ophelia Othello perfon Polonius pray prifoner Prince Queen Richard III Rodorigo Romeo SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thou art to-night Tybalt uſed viii villain whofe wife word yourſelf
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Pagina 147 - 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 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pagina 27 - 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.
Pagina 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pagina 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Pagina 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pagina 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Pagina 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...