Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... true thou tel'st me , when I say I love her : But saying thus , instead of Oyle and Balme , Thou lai'st in every gash that love hath given me , The Knife that made it . Pan . I speake no more then truth . Troy . Thou do'st not speake so ...
... true thou tel'st me , when I say I love her : But saying thus , instead of Oyle and Balme , Thou lai'st in every gash that love hath given me , The Knife that made it . Pan . I speake no more then truth . Troy . Thou do'st not speake so ...
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... True he was so ; I know the cause too , heele lay about him to day I can tell them that , and there's Troylus will not come farre behind him , let them take heede of Troylus ; I can tell them that too . Cre . What is he angry too ? Pan ...
... True he was so ; I know the cause too , heele lay about him to day I can tell them that , and there's Troylus will not come farre behind him , let them take heede of Troylus ; I can tell them that too . Cre . What is he angry too ? Pan ...
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... true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why Paris hath colour inough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troylus should have too much , if she prais'd him above , his complexion is higher then his , he having ...
... true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why Paris hath colour inough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troylus should have too much , if she prais'd him above , his complexion is higher then his , he having ...
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... true proofe of men : The Sea being smooth , How many shallow bauble Boates dare saile Upon her patient brest , making their way With those of Nobler bulke ? But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis , and anon behold The ...
... true proofe of men : The Sea being smooth , How many shallow bauble Boates dare saile Upon her patient brest , making their way With those of Nobler bulke ? But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis , and anon behold The ...
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... true swords , & Joves accord , Nothing so full of heart . But peace Æneas , Peace Troyan , lay thy finger on thy lips , The worthinesse of praise distaines his worth : If that he prais'd himselfe , bring the praise forth . But what the ...
... true swords , & Joves accord , Nothing so full of heart . But peace Æneas , Peace Troyan , lay thy finger on thy lips , The worthinesse of praise distaines his worth : If that he prais'd himselfe , bring the praise forth . But what the ...
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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