The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... do me wrong . Rom . Tut ! I have loft myself , I am not here ; This is not Romo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who the is you love ? Rom . Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ROMEO and JULIET .. 13 :
... do me wrong . Rom . Tut ! I have loft myself , I am not here ; This is not Romo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who the is you love ? Rom . Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ROMEO and JULIET .. 13 :
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... loft . Shew me a miftrefs that is paffing fair ; What doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pass'd . that paffing fair ? : Farewel , thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben ... I'll pay that doctrine , or else ...
... loft . Shew me a miftrefs that is paffing fair ; What doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pass'd . that paffing fair ? : Farewel , thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben ... I'll pay that doctrine , or else ...
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... - bling together fathom deep . The knight has drunk fo much bealth to the gentleman yonder on his knees , that he hath almoft loft the ufe of his legs . Begot Begot of nothing , but vain phantasy ; Which is 24 ROMEO and JULIET .
... - bling together fathom deep . The knight has drunk fo much bealth to the gentleman yonder on his knees , that he hath almoft loft the ufe of his legs . Begot Begot of nothing , but vain phantasy ; Which is 24 ROMEO and JULIET .
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... Loft . Arm . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? Motb . The world was guilty of fuch a ballad , fome three ages fince , but , I think , now ' tis not to be found . And Armado afterwards , in his fustian letter ...
... Loft . Arm . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? Motb . The world was guilty of fuch a ballad , fome three ages fince , but , I think , now ' tis not to be found . And Armado afterwards , in his fustian letter ...
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... loft fome of the finest addi- tional strokes in the two parts of K. Henry IV . But there was ano- " ther reafon , I fufpect , for curtailing : certain corruptions ftarted , D 6 which Had part in this fair maid ; now Heav'n hath ROMEO ...
... loft fome of the finest addi- tional strokes in the two parts of K. Henry IV . But there was ano- " ther reafon , I fufpect , for curtailing : certain corruptions ftarted , D 6 which Had part in this fair maid ; now Heav'n hath ROMEO ...
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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.