Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... answer'st she is Faire , Powr'st in the open Ulcer of my heart . Her Eyes , her Haire , her Cheeke , her Gate , her Voice , Handlest in thy discourse . O that her Hand ( In whose comparison , all whites are Inke ) Writing their owne ...
... answer'st she is Faire , Powr'st in the open Ulcer of my heart . Her Eyes , her Haire , her Cheeke , her Gate , her Voice , Handlest in thy discourse . O that her Hand ( In whose comparison , all whites are Inke ) Writing their owne ...
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... answer sorts , For womanish it is to be from thence : What newes Æneas from the field to day ? Ene . That Paris is returned home , and hurt . Troy . By whom Æneas ? Ene . Troylus by Menelaus . Troy . Let Paris bleed , ' tis but a scar ...
... answer sorts , For womanish it is to be from thence : What newes Æneas from the field to day ? Ene . That Paris is returned home , and hurt . Troy . By whom Æneas ? Ene . Troylus by Menelaus . Troy . Let Paris bleed , ' tis but a scar ...
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... answering the ayme : And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape . Why then ( you Princes ) Do with cheekes abash'd , behold our workes , you And thinke them shame , which are ( indeed ) 16 ACT I Troylus and ...
... answering the ayme : And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape . Why then ( you Princes ) Do with cheekes abash'd , behold our workes , you And thinke them shame , which are ( indeed ) 16 ACT I Troylus and ...
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... answer in a night - Alarme , And then ( forsooth ) the faint defects of Age Must be the Scene of myrth , to cough , and spit , And with a palsie fumbling on his Gorget , Shake in and out the Rivet : and at this sport Sir Valour dies ...
... answer in a night - Alarme , And then ( forsooth ) the faint defects of Age Must be the Scene of myrth , to cough , and spit , And with a palsie fumbling on his Gorget , Shake in and out the Rivet : and at this sport Sir Valour dies ...
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... answer for his Love ; tell him from me , Ile hide my Silver beard in a Gold Beaver , And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawne , And meeting him , wil tell him , that my Lady Was fayrer then his Grandam , and as chaste As may be in ...
... answer for his Love ; tell him from me , Ile hide my Silver beard in a Gold Beaver , And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawne , And meeting him , wil tell him , that my Lady Was fayrer then his Grandam , and as chaste As may be in ...
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Seite 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Seite 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Seite 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Seite 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Seite 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Seite 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Seite 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Seite 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Seite 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Seite 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother