Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... said , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace . 3 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it fhould leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a ...
... said , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace . 3 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it fhould leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a ...
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... said , An if a man did need a poifon now , Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him . Oh , this fame thought did but fore - run my need ; And this fame needy man must sell it me . As I ...
... said , An if a man did need a poifon now , Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him . Oh , this fame thought did but fore - run my need ; And this fame needy man must sell it me . As I ...
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... Said he not fo ? or did I dream it fo ? Or am I mad , hearing him talk of Juliet , To think it was fo ? Oh give me thy hand , One writ with me in four misfortune's book ! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave- A grave ? O , no ; a ...
... Said he not fo ? or did I dream it fo ? Or am I mad , hearing him talk of Juliet , To think it was fo ? Oh give me thy hand , One writ with me in four misfortune's book ! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave- A grave ? O , no ; a ...
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... fervants are waiting you . JOHNSON . 3 - 4 -yourself fhall keep the key of it . ] That is , By thinking on you , I shall think on your leffons . JOHNSON . The Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said PRINCE OF DENMARK . 173.
... fervants are waiting you . JOHNSON . 3 - 4 -yourself fhall keep the key of it . ] That is , By thinking on you , I shall think on your leffons . JOHNSON . The Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said PRINCE OF DENMARK . 173.
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... said to you ? Oph . So please you , fomething touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given private time to you ; and you yourself Have of your audience been moft free and ...
... said to you ? Oph . So please you , fomething touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given private time to you ; and you yourself Have of your audience been moft free and ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt allufion anſwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio called Capulet caufe Clown death Defdemona doft doth edition Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatirical fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago itſelf JOHNSON Juliet king lady Laer Laertes laft lefs lord means Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe obferved occafion old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play poet Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads Queen reafon Romeo Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe tranflation Tybalt ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe wife word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 265 - 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...
Seite 214 - ... 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.
Seite 35 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Seite 227 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Seite 32 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Seite 91 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
Seite 470 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Seite 241 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 170 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Seite 376 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...