The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... said Tytar's dead , Thy Father or thy Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tybal's death , Romeo is banished to speak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Reme , Juli 1 , All flain , all dead ! Romeo is ...
... said Tytar's dead , Thy Father or thy Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tybal's death , Romeo is banished to speak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Reme , Juli 1 , All flain , all dead ! Romeo is ...
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... , and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter'd to make up a fhow . Noting this penury , to myself , I said , An if a man did need a poifon now , Whofe Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , Here lives ROMEO and JULIET . 87.
... , and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter'd to make up a fhow . Noting this penury , to myself , I said , An if a man did need a poifon now , Whofe Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua , Here lives ROMEO and JULIET . 87.
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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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... said was precious And cordial to me , have I not found it Murtb ' rous to th ' fenfes ? I made this emendation in the Appendix to my SHAKESPEARE Reftor'd , and Mr. Pope has adopted it in his laft edition . Ehions may bave paffage free ...
... said was precious And cordial to me , have I not found it Murtb ' rous to th ' fenfes ? I made this emendation in the Appendix to my SHAKESPEARE Reftor'd , and Mr. Pope has adopted it in his laft edition . Ehions may bave paffage free ...
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... said ? Iago . Why , that he did - I know not what he did- Oth . What ? what ? Iago . Lie- Oh . With her ? lago . With her ; on her what you will- Oth . Lie with her ! lie on her ! lie with her ! that's fulfome handkerchief - confeffions ...
... said ? Iago . Why , that he did - I know not what he did- Oth . What ? what ? Iago . Lie- Oh . With her ? lago . With her ; on her what you will- Oth . Lie with her ! lie on her ! lie with her ! that's fulfome handkerchief - confeffions ...
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Seite 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 ?
Seite 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.